24 now and I can’t complain much.

I had my share of happiness in this world and I’m really glad with what I have right now.

I can’t believe I used to think that I cannot make it through the breakup. 

But here I am enjoying life again, maybe I was meant to love and not to be loved but either way it still didn’t feel like losing.

You know that euphoric feeling when you're doing something that you love? Mine is riding the train, and getting on board on flight. This is my escape with a little splash of Ariana's song in my brain