Who will love you, who will fight?

It’s been such an amazing time in Ho Chi Minh City. I actually wouldn’t mind coming here after A level temporarily to live. And that’s a terrifying thought since this permanent concept of ‘Vietnam is the end of my future’ has been planted in my head for years. In light of a few things I might be able to change the negative perpective.


1. Vân has an apartment here, legit.

2. I could easily get a job.

3. The people are much more humble and less judgmental than in Hanoi.

4. I crave changes.

Still I’ll strive till I get myself to the dreamland New York City. And not just as a tourist, one day I’ll be a resident in New York City. 
My mum could choose not to support financially or mentally me for all she wants. I’ll prove that I can accomplish this on my own. University, job, boyfriend and then New York, order is not important, cause New York an uni might be able to happen at once if NYU agrees to provide me with financial aid. 
This one question I always ask myself no matter which situation I’m in “What would Blair Wardolf do?”

There, I found the light of my hopes again, and it looks good for the time being.

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The sad moment when you realize how alone you actually are. No one ever messages you on Facebook first or texts you first or anything. So it gets to the point where you don’t want to put in the effort with people who don’t put in any effort for you, so you end up spending your life at home, never going anywhere.

Only when the last tree has been cut down and the last river has dried to a trickle will man finally realize that we cannot eat money and reciting old proverbs makes you sound like a twat.