Dealing With Insecurity

One thing is for sure: when I am in front of certain people, I feel insecure.

Manifestation Through Conceit

I am conceited, and I will get everything I want, and nothing will stop me from getting everything I want. Life is a straight line, stretching from life, death, and everything in the middle. If I want it, then it already exists in my timeline, and it's not "if" I get them, but rather, when. Because I will. I always do. 

Grateful for you!

Here's the thing, girls: I am pressured! 195 followers is insane! I honestly can't shut up about my blog to my family, friends, and loved ones, and your presence is a testimony that what I am building and creating is something worthwhile. The reason I am pressured is because with every post or update, somehow, I feel that it needs to be impressive as well. Here's my way of breaking that. I don't have to post an extremely long, thought-provoking blog post, maybe I could just make a simple one, a thank you letter. 

To my luvbug club, 

Thank you so much for taking the time in your busy day to come to my page, see what I've created, poke around, and then letting me know that you liked it. I know that some of you girls (and perhaps, guys) are working full-time jobs, are in school full-time, or just simply really busy, and I cannot even begin how grateful I am that you took a minute or two out of your busy schedule to be here. Thank you for 195 followers. When I was starting this page, I was scared that I wouldn't be able to get one person to follow me, and I would delete it out of embarrassment. Not only did I prove myself wrong, I also learned to confidently take risks in my life by putting myself out there. 

Again, thank you so much, and I wish nothing but happiness, peace, joy, and all of the beautiful things in the world for you and I. 

Love,

Luvbug. 

Manipulating Myself Into Being Happy

There are days where I convince myself I am happy, and it always works. Like, I am full-on delusional. I am convinced that I am so happy, even when things around me aren't going well. 

Romantic Things I Want to Experience

 

I was a romantic. Note: Was. At twenty-three years old, I had my fair share of breakups and disappointments. I used to believe on this fairytale-kind of love, the kind where the boy would do everything for me, to win my love. That's not the reality, though. Reality is harsh, love is cut-throat. Love is an industry where only the best and the adored wins. I know that sounds pessimistic and hopeless, but you'd have to understand, this is coming from a girl notoriously known for writing love poems and love letters. There are certain things I've accepted that wasn't real, or at least, wasn't real for me. That fairytale love is one of those things.