do you ever find yourself staring blankly at your phone, realizing you’re scrolling through sports news when you don’t even care about sports? yeah, that was me, right before the biggest test of my life. you see, I may have—actually, I did—cheat on that life-altering exam, just like I pretended to care about some ASEAN Club Championship business while I was panicking over a crumpled piece of paper...
literally found myself scrolling through the chaos of “Premalu 2” and—don't even ask—ended up saying no to this 'team-building' dinner at work—should've just said yes, right? but instead I sat at home—deleting the emails I should have answered, wondering if everyone secretly judges me for choosing solitude over forced laughter at a table where everyone acts like they've got it all figured out. oh,...
literally just realized my "best friend" texts me only when they want something. the other day they asked me for a favor, and I panicked so hard, I accidentally texted my mom. now I’m left wondering if I should prepare for a "crazy day out" with a random stranger or try to win a 'friends lottery' because I'm stuck in this weird parasocial dilemma where my emotional investment in them rivals my obsession with that football team caught in the drug scandal. honestly, what even is loyalty? I just wanted someone to remember my birthday and not borrow my Netflix account. #SelangorFc #EmotionalBaggage
literally just realized my "best friend" texts me only when they want something. the other day they asked me for a favor, and I panicked so hard, I accidentally texted my mom. now I’m left wondering if I should prepare for a "crazy day out" with a random stranger or try to win a 'friends lottery' because I'm stuck in this weird parasocial dilemma where my emotional investment in them rivals my obsession with that football team caught in the drug scandal. honestly, what even is loyalty? I just wanted someone to remember my birthday and not borrow my Netflix account. #SelangorFc #EmotionalBaggage
ok but I accidentally sent a heartfelt poem to the guy who said he doesn't do relationships. I wrote it while fully convinced I was channeling my inner Shakespeare and ended it with "forever my heart's snack," because I thought it was cute? I can practically hear the crickets now, as he read it and promptly updated his social media to “committed to living life on my own terms” right after. like, w...