I used to
not want to take full accountability for my actions. I would often say it’s
because of past experiences, it’s because someone hurt me so bad, or something
made me not want to trust again. While it is true that those things have some
sort of a contribution, it is still the present me who should be accountable
for every decision and action I make and would be making.
Showing posts with label Cotton On. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cotton On. Show all posts
Monday, December 10, 2018
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
OOTD: On My 5th Year as Gelleesh
I have been blogging even way before Gelleesh came out.
Although I initially and usually just talk about teen angst and how the world
was against me, it’s still a blog. And yep, those blogs still exist because I
totally forgot my passwords to them. I will not give you a
link but if you’re crazy enough, you can Google them and I’ll let you laugh about
how emo I was before.
Tuesday, May 03, 2016
OOTD: Dating as a Millennial
Let’s face it. No matter which era you belong to, dating
will never be easy. There are those who call themselves the “experts,” but how do we really define
being a dating expert to be like? Can you be an expert if you’ve found love easily?
Can you be an expert if you have never been hurt? Can you be an expert if you
can juggle more than one partner at a time? Can you be an expert if you can get
laid anytime you want? Truth be told, no one can ever really be an expert
because dating is and never will be a game you can practice until you perfect
it. Dating is complex whether you’re a player or you’re in it for the real
thing.
Monday, November 16, 2015
OOTD: When Shopping Was Such A Drag
I used to hate shopping and it’s just now that I have fully
accepted and understood the real reason behind it. I used to say it’s tiring to
go around and fitting clothes but in reality, I really love doing it. It was
just that, before, I wasn’t confident enough to go inside a store, try out
clothes, and then only to realize that even their biggest size wouldn’t fit me.
It was frustrating. It was embarrassing.
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