Author Archives: princessrenren

About princessrenren

sharing personal things without actually being personal. i have more sense when writing than speaking.

For once in my life

For once in my life, I want someone to actually listen to me and pretend to understand me. Because I fucking swear, even though I tell all these shitty things, I still know what should I do. I still can … Continue reading

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Libra

I take pride in being an independent person. I can do things in my own, and I hate asking for favors or help. But lately, I realized that I cannot do things on my own. I cannot not ask others … Continue reading

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Brain Fart: Music and Performing

The past week has been very tiring, but I am not complaining. In fact, I do not mind doing that kind of schedule every week โ€“ because I get to do what I love the most. Performing and music is … Continue reading

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Brain Fart: Asleep

I started reading All The Bright Places yesterday and something that Violet said caught me: โ€œWriting was what I did best, better than being a daughter or girlfriend or sister. Writing was me. But now writing is one of the … Continue reading

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Brain Fart: Dear future boyfriend

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Real vs. imagined

Ren, You have to learn that whatever happens in your mind will always not gonna happen the same way in real life. Limit, or perhaps stop processing your relationship with everyone in your mind. It’s always always different, and you … Continue reading

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Everything is not what it seems.

It’s the time of the year once again when I feel physically sick, mentally tired, emotionally bruised, and psychologically empty. To be quite honest, I still don’t know how I am still surviving despite the great pulling force to give … Continue reading

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