The sudden urge to blog due to an epiphany this morning after a very random dream - been gettin much of those recently. Perhaps too much drama series watching, one even involved a specific pink Harry Winston diamond ring -_-"
Back to my epiphany : All my life i've spent pleasing other people ... and for what? So i can be known as the nice girl who you can rely on? Screw that i'm gonna start being selfish and do things for myself. Why should i spend the next part of my life worrying about what you think when i know it makes me happy? Be prepared for some tongue lashing