One-sided love 🌜

You look like a moon but I am just a piece of shit who’s loving you. It would be great if you’re just take a look or keep an eye on this worm that loving you from far apart. At the end I'm still wishing you the best my moon ❀️

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2025-08-14

Pain

Since you left I never had a good day. I changed. The pain change me. I let the pain control me. I keep compare myself to others. I can't make myself happy. I lose interest in everything. I tried to find someone to replace you. But I just can't get over you. My heart still want you. But ik I have no more chance. I couldn't even have a second chance. I'm trying to love myself. But why is it so hard? I never been like that before. I want myself back. I regret that we used to date each other. But I never regret the time that we used to spend together. I missed you. But I don't want to miss. I want to forget you. I just wish I could end up my pain. It's really annoying. I'm still love you as always.

2025-08-14

Stop pretending

Faking your care toward someone is the cruelest thing you can do.

2025-08-14

Respect my boundaries.

A couple days ago I accidentally see my boyfriend’s liked video on TikTok and surprisingly that most of them are girls. He also followed them on instagram. I thought they’re his friends, classmates…but I as wrong. He saw them on TikTok and then started following them on instagram. To be clear, this isn’t about liking the pictures, it’s about the fact that I’ve asked him to stop. Clearly it crosses some boundary to me. He also told me that β€œ it’s not a big deal, I’m being insecure, every guys did that β€œ. Does all the guys do the same ?? Following random girls on instagram after they have seen them on TikTok?? P.S we’ve been dating for a decent amount of time and I regretted that I checked his following on instagram just for a sake to break my heart…

2025-08-14

Those days

One day, we were mentally and physically inseparable, and today, you are trying to avoid me. All the good days we spent together, I hope you still remember those days like I do. The days we shared our personal feelings and daily lives’ activities. I hope those days wouldn’t be forgotten in just a short period of time. If I were to be granted one wish, I wish those days happened once again. Even though what comes after hurt both of us and could potentially hurt people we are with, those days were the best days I could ever ask for.

2025-08-14

Friend-zone

I fell for you friendliness but things got complicated, we would flirt with each other, we went to places with each other and I thought we really had a connection. But the friendliness that I fell for became a problem, yes I became jealous. I thought I was special but I noticed that you treated other girls the same so I slowly back away and moved on. I dated someone else and slowly lose feelings for you, until it was our senior year that I fully moved on and focused on my study and relationship. Things were great until we met up again, I heard you’re dating someone new and you weren’t afraid to show her off. We stopped talking for a while and the next thing I knew, we get to talked again and open up about our feelings, you said you liked me too back then. But now it’s too late. To be honest, I’m quite happy for you. I wasn’t bitter or jealous but from time to time I wondered, what could have been if we were honest about our feelings. Then we lost contact again, I’ve broken up with my boyfriend back then and focus on my study, I didn’t plan on dating anyone after that but deep down a part of me still wondered to those good old days, the places we went to, and funny enough I forgot about you. I never got to say sweet words or appreciate your action but thank you for being the best year of my life, I was genuinely happy. A friendly advice to whoever is reading this, if you like someone please tell them, you either get accepted or rejected but at least make your feelings known to them<3

2025-08-14

To the person that I love the most.!

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2025-08-14

Maybe that’s who I am

So, I rejected my crush after he conveyed his feeling to me. It’s funny how the result should have made me happy, yet it turned out to be something scary to me. I want him to receive the sincere love from me but I don’t know how to do that. I don’t know how to love anyone properly. It feels like all I can do is just let me live with this feeling alone and he can just ignore me. Because it’s always better to never get started rather than having to leave him in the future. I don’t want him to be hurt. At least, right now he can forget about me more easily. -t.o.

2025-08-14

I slept with my ex boss

On the bed, there were my friend, my ex boss and I. They were kinda drunk and I’m kinda tipsy. We sleep on one bed. He went to the toilet then I kinda wake up as I’m the light sleeper but I can’t wake up cuz the of many shots tequila. He came back to the bed hugging me and laying his hands on my body. Then he started to move his hand and slowly touch me (my hands and my shoulder only). His whole left arm was my boobs while holding my hands so I hold his arm and and place his hand on boobs (he got big hands and I’m fucking weak for that). Not long after that, we got into cuddling position. He put his chin on my shoulder and softly touch my other shoulder then move to my collar bone then my neck. I was uncomfortable as my friend is on right side and he’s on left side and I can’t move but I decided to move and turn my back to him but I still hold his hand and stick to my boobs (I swear I don’t love him, I just like it when something is on my boobs when I sleep). He moved his arm slowly while laying it on me (we still in the cuddling position but this time is spooning). His face behind my back, he keeps moving his face that has newly grow mustache on my flesh. It felt good, really. Then suddenly he let go of me and went back to normal sleeping position (I was like oh shit, why but I think nvm I’ll go back to sleep). A few minutes later he came back, his leg on my body, his arm on my boobs and went back to cuddling position again. He hugged me from behind, his face next to me. (There’s more but I can’t finish it cuz I’m sleepy asf now)