Words : BFF

Now, I understand what is mean BFF. Since from 2019-2021, I had 2 friends ( Girls ) as my BFF . I love them as the persons that I can share every story with them and trust them that they not gonna tell to other peoples. Back to 2019-2021 , we are really close to each other. We went out to eat something, we call on phone tigger , talk about our problem , listen to each other . It seem like we are really Love each other. You know I put two of them as my beloved one . I always think them first . I want to make their birthday special. And I thought, they will love me as I love them. Because my action never change for someone that I love and call them BFF . BUT since 2022 , both of them are far away from me . We are not close friends as before . I don’t know why , why they do that action to me back . I really sad , mad , cry and hurt because of their action. I really unexpected πŸ™‚. + For Person A : From 2019-2021, all the time I chatted to her, she always replayed me on time or late just around 1h -2h -3h or more than 4-5h . But since from 2022 when I chatted to her , she replied me in 1-2 days . Sometimes in 20h . Sometimes in 10h . She so changed. All the time I asked her to go out with me eat something. She always busy. First I thought that , maybe right now she are more busy with her study in university. But her action keep doing again and hsuan until today . I thought that she is my BFF . But right no . Because she never asked or chatted to me go to eat out . But she can go with other friends. Yessss , she have new friends. So their New fri is important than me so far . I chatted to her ask her to go out 20 times . She never chatted to me and me to go out even 1 times . I am the one who chat to her , because I want to keep in touch and our relationship friend forever. But her action it seem like she so cool that everyone like her , be good with her and always get good luck and gift from other people . And right now when end conversations or though that chat is not important. They just read my notifications messenger and not seen my chat till I chatted to them again . Your action so Perfect my friend. + For Person B : she also the same as person A . Since 2022 , she never read all my chat and seen my chat . But she can post story and share news or status on FB . But she couldn’t reply my chat or seen my chat since our conversation is not really end . I don’t that she totally forgot or she totally busy so much . But at least you have a Icon on app that show you which your chat you haven’t seen . I don’t know what she think who am I . Her action so me that I am not important friend anymore, because she have many friends that care and stay with her all the times . I am her BFF nearly 7-8 year but she never post a story with me or tag me . Sometimes she never mention from me when I tags her . But she can post story with her new fri in university. She can mention her friend when they tag her . But she never did that with me . So This is how we call BFF ? . Dear to my both Friends. That for teach me how to understand words BFF and thank for let me show how good and bad you are with me . You didn’t respect with and see how I love both of you . I hope you enjoy with your new friends and have a good relationship till last . #thanktotheownerofpageknongjitforleTmesharemystoryThathurtmesomuchfrommyBFFπŸ˜ƒ. #thankbeforehandadmidforpostthis.

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All the clouds in me are raining

I’ve been questioning my life lately and I try freaking hard to become the best version of myself everyday. Living away from home without having my parents by my side is something I’ve never done before and I admit that my life has changed so much since the day I left home. I’m constantly teary knowing how much they worry about me. They are the ONLY reason why I keep going and still living this freaking life. If it weren’t for them, my existence wouldn’t have existed until now. I admit that I appreciate where I am now. I truly am! But at some points, I feel like the life I’m living is currently draining me day by day. I cannot see the purpose of life and it stressed me out whenever I think of the word β€˜future’. It’s so dark and I cannot see anything. My anxiety keeps telling me the worst scenarios because I know that I cannot be the one everyone expects me to be. I might look normal but deep down inside I’m just a sad soul. No one knows how hard it is for me to survive each day. Having anxiety and insecurities about everything. Being a professional overthinker who worry even at a little thing and always wake up tired from a vivid dream… I don’t want to live like this but it’s not like I have a choice. The more I grow up, the more I start questioning my life and wondering why I live like this. I’m turning 19 next month and my only wish is that I can survive til I’m 20… -J

2025-08-14

Suicidal thought

It comes again...that thought and why its keep whisper in my ear and keeping running in my brain telling me i should die so everything will be fine? Why is it me? Why am i being like this?

2025-08-14

Do broken people deserve love?

I went over to a camping trip sometimes ago and I felt in love with this one girl. We still meet each other sometimes. She was spectacular, the most amazing person I've ever known. She was compassionate, kind and understood me more than anybody ever did. She has shaken the my wall I've built up to never love anyone too much so I can never hurt. I want our relationship to develop further but I'm not sure about myself. I'm just a broken person, depressed, wasted. I don't want to fix this issue by having another person to fix me because that's not the right way to do. Any advices?

2025-08-14

Is it wrong?

We both broke up because there a third person in the relationship… now we’re seeing each other behind the third person back… i know it bad, but i don’t feel bad… is it wrong?