How true that Instagram is a place where you “portray” or “wish” your life to be.
Meanwhile Twitter is the place to rant about how shitty your life actually is. 🙂
This night, is one of many other reasons why I’ve been striving to be an independent woman.
I aspire to be able to get things done myself with minimum help from others.
Not because I don’t need anyone, I do at times, but many many times the only person I can rely on is myself.
Don’t get me wrong, I love being a mom, I love my kid, and somewhat grateful with the life I have now.
But I can’t deny that I miss the old me.
I miss my old life.
Damn, I even miss my past relationships.
I love how you call me by the last 2 syllables of my name.
Just like how my old man used to do.
Only few people do it.
And you just make it extra special.