Thoughts of what used to be. Dreams of what could be.
You know the feeling of inability to express, being unable to tell a single soul what you’re feeling, even though you know exactly what you’re feeling but you just don’t want anybody to know. Those little things I value the most, the secrets of my life, the little details that make me, me. The little things that make me tick. I wouldn’t say I have trust issues, but it’s important to keep a sector of your life to yourself but as they say ‘Unexpressed emotions come forth in uglier ways’ so that’s what this blogs for, all the repressed feelings and emotions. The shit I don’t share with even my closest, the shit I think about when I’m zoned.
Don’t get me wrong not everything will depict a depressed soul yearning for more, cos a majority of the time I’m a ‘happy’ party girl.
Smoke it up. Drink it down. Party hard. Love harder.
Don’t be alarmed to see pictures with style inspiration too.
@LisKhalifa x