when will my heart go dancing?

not fussing around anymore

what did i do today? laid in grass, reading. i actually joined my parents, swimming. dwelled in past summers & feelings. considering to not making a big fuss out of anything, really.

i’m not a fan of idgaf (i don’t give a fuck) eras. i’ll always give a fuck about everything cause everything i meet in a day is my life and i care for my life. i wanna care. i have an open heart all the time and whenever i am not able to say something in the moment it’d fit perfectly, i text them or do anything to express my feelings next time. (in most cases)

i’m releasing another book this year. i’ve published “It was her” and it was the best book launch I’ve ever had. I feel very tired and mentally exhausted from it where I don’t know the reason for really. It just is. I’m self-publishing another book from the vault in Fall and it’s the best example of showing the i-actually-care-about-my-life-and-you side of myself. I’m too shy to tell this person I love them and there hasn’t been an opportunity yet to do so, now I’m releasing a collection of poetry, filled with secret love confessions, in October this year.