racherophobic

Philophobic but hopeless romantic

I am scared of falling in love and getting too emotionally attached to a certain person because I’m scared of losing. I fear I may not recover from pain and yet, I’m a hopeless romantic. I believe in serendipity. Chance encounters. Fate. Soulmate. I’m also too sentimental that I cry over diaper commercials. Maybe this is the reason for my battle scars. They say face your fears and so I love hard. I may not be successful, I may be left alone someday, but at least I’ll know for sure that I died trying.

Foodie but picky eater

I am always in pursuit of good food, but I don’t eat red meat. It is kind of hard to figure that one out because usually, good food most likely means, bacon and more bacon. But I try my best to explore without having to compromise myself. And it’s mind boggling how I get to enjoy food without eating pork. I still wonder sometimes.

I’m perfectly imperfect

I’m good at being a messed up person, I’m a pro at being clumsy, I don’t usually practice what I preach and I have flaws. But if you look past my imperfections, you will see someone who’s worth taking risk for. Please don’t judge me by my past just because you have sinned differently. We have the chance of making things right.. That is every time we wake up. Maybe that’s why it’s called “GOOD MORNING” after all.

STRONG WITH A FRAGILE HEART. Please be careful with my heart.