πŸ˜”

why is it too hard to be myself?

Feeling bottled up?

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2025-08-14

I thought I was special to you. I'm such an idiot :)

"You deserve to be treated like the way you treated me. I'm sorry I can't treat you like that."

2025-08-14

Love at first sight

αž’αŸ’αž“αž€αž•αžΉαž€αž‘αžΎαž„αž€αŸ’αž’αžΌαž αž’αŸ„αž™αž‚αŸαž‡αžΌαž“αž‘αŸ…αž•αŸ’αž‘αŸ‡? αž…αŸαž‰αž˜αž»αžαž˜αž€αž—αŸ’αž›αžΆαž˜ I went to have a drink with group of guys (workmates), so did he, with his buddies too. Our table was around few steps each… His small eyes with thick glasses with his αžŸαŸ†αž–αŸ„αž„ hair really catches my eyes. I can help to join his table and asked his name yet I didn’t have confidence to share my social contact. After few bottoms up, I came back to my table. He keep raised his glass and cheer with me from other side. Finally my table was over, my workmates left the shop-I wasn’t ready to say goodbye then I joined his table. He kept asking me αž›αžΎαž€αžŠαžΆαž…αŸ‹ αžšαž½αž…αž‚αžΆαžαŸ‹αž€αŸαž€αŸ’αž’αž½αž αž αžΎαž™αž™αžΎαž„αž‚αž·αžαž›αž»αž™αŸ” αžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αž•αŸ’αž‰αžΎαžšαž˜αŸ‰αžΌαžαžΌαž‘αž»αž€αž“αŸ…αž αžΆαž„ αžšαž½αž…αž‡αž·αŸ‡αž˜αŸ‰αžΌαžαžΌαž‡αžΌαž“αž‚αžΆαžαŸ‹αž‘αŸ…αž•αŸ’αž‘αŸ‡αŸ” αžαžΆαž˜αž•αŸ’αž›αžΌαžœ αž‚αžΆαžαŸ‹αž”αŸ’αžšαžΆαž”αŸ‹αžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αžαžΆ αž‚αžΆαžαŸ‹αž˜αžΆαž“αžŸαž„αŸ’αžŸαžΆαžšαž αžΎαž™αŸ” αžŸαžΌαž˜αž’αžšαž‚αž»αžŽ αžŸαžΌαž˜αž‡αž˜αŸ’αžšαžΆαž”αž›αžΆαŸ”

2025-08-14

If I offended, I sincerely apologise.

Things have been tough recently, or all these times if I had to say. About 6 six years ago, I'd never imagined us all to be able to share so plenty of memories like we did several years back, and even after everything that has happened, I'd never take them back. It was a pleasure and honor to be able to live within memories we created. Things were great, we were such a family and I knew back then that there was nothing that was gonna break us all. We did almost everything that all young dumb kids did ... my best memories are always the one we did in the class, during our trips to wherever we've been, the party we held as broke teenagers .... we drank till some of us passed out with the feeling of youngsters like us got to taste the alcohol. I can remember the jungle juice we together made. It might sound strange for some other particular groups that we usually bash and tease each other almost everytime we can and it was so fun and unforgettable. That's how our friendship and bond grew tighter. As days went by, after we parted ways due to graduation, many of us separated and distanced. I still missed them a lot back then and I still do now even though they don't I guess. I never knew things were growing in bad sense during our time and I really don't. I don't act innocent now that I might have hurt you with our teasing games. Only years after that I realized how dreadful I am for you all and that you never spoke a word with me, you rather gather a group of you(s) to talk about how you all hated me now and then. We all played that way, you teased me and I teased you, everybody teased everybody. I thought that way was the thing for our group, but I thought alone. Many of you come together to resent me and disown me like a street dog. However, I just want to tell you all that you are all still my friends and I never regretted building this friendship from the ground for all these years even though we are no longer are friends, no longer talk. I just hope you have a good life and good people around you, especially away from people like me that you resent so much. I've always thought I was a pretty good friend and the one who cherished everything in friendship, and sorry that my actions offended you in any way. I apologise, sincerely. Most of all, I just want to say thank you for all those memories that always remind me of my great highschool time and will always live in my memory and heart. I miss you all. P.S Sorry and thank you!

2025-08-14

Unrequited love or One-sided love

Definition of one sided love is a feeling of loving someone who doesn't feel the same for you. Yess, just a short title you can feel how much it hurts. "Destiny" this word we use it as an excuse to make it look like a bridge that guide me to you. Do you remembered how we first met? How great that we study at the same faculty and together as a classmates and more greater is that we always work together as a partner of the assignments. So since than we started to talk about lectures, study together, and help each other. How fun when we flirted with each other and it was a great feelings when our classmates started to pair us. However, at the end, I am the only one fallen into that trap. Why? Have you ever had a good feeling towards me? How about those flirting messages we had? You knew how I felt to you. You pushed me away. You ignored me. Finally you stopped chatting with me. And currently, I am just someone you used to talk to. They said stop chasing people who doesn't love you. If they love you, they will, you don't have to try so hard to get them. I am FINE ❀ Just please remember that this person always cares about you from here where you pushed me behind.

2025-08-14

From s1 u used to loved πŸ’–

Take good care of ur self, I love you in silence. #o

2025-08-14

To PetPet

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2025-08-14

Unknown feeling

I have met someone for almost 1 year and I started to feel like he is warm when I stay with him without any love feeling. I don’t feel on him but I just wanna stay with him, talk to him, play with him as normal but more than other. I keep thinking about him everyday, checking his personal life even his ex. But the matter is that I don’t feel on him, I don’t want him, I ask myself again and again but the answer is nothing. Moreover I don’t feel excited or shock when I meet him but I want to talk or to see him. So Is it called love or normal?

2025-08-14

Suicidal thoughts

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