Maybe i'm happy, maybe not.

I've had several relationships. They are of different life lessons. But good or bad? Honestly, I don't know. Few years now, I've had my eyes on someone. Talked once, wasn't really a conversation. Friends told me to go for it, but in my mind I just feel like there's no chance. Somehow this one-side, distanced love doesn't make me sad or depressing. Nor happy. I feel like knowing that she exists is good enough for me to live my life. I don't know if years ahead I still feel the same. Maybe this is selfish, maybe this is me settling down, maybe not, I don't know.

Feeling bottled up?

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2025-08-14

Before I give up

Well, this confession gonna sound stupid to some of you, yet, I hope I can keep my memory here. I am madly in love with a person I met in middle 2021 but I have never confessed nor shown any signs to him at all for I knew I’m not his type. I first met him through a volunteer platform which help me to spent my awesome six months working together with him. I am hopelessly falling in love knowing that I will never get a response from him. There was a time I gather all my strength and used drunk as an excuse to directly talked to him about how I felt yet before I could even talk, I found out he already has eyes on somebody. Thank to that I did not lose him until today. We barely talked now as our project is already ended - honestly I am still into him but I give up now. I am too hopeless to even think about him so I decided to leave a note here and hope this would find him well or rest well in my memory. Thanks ~

2025-08-14

If cutting me off helps your life in any way, I support ✌🏻

αž˜αŸ’αž“αžΆαž€αŸ‹αž”αŸ’αžšαž»αžŸαž“αž·αž„αžŸαŸ’αžšαž›αžΆαž‰αŸ‹αž˜αž·αžαŸ’αžαžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ† αžαŸ‚αž˜αž·αžαŸ’αžαžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αž˜αž·αž“αžŸαŸ’αžšαž›αžΆαž‰αŸ‹ αž αžΎαž™αž€αŸαž˜αž€αžŸαŸ’αžšαž›αžΆαž‰αŸ‹αžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ† αžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αž€αŸαžŸαž½αžšαž˜αž·αžαŸ’αžαžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αž”αžΎαžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αž‘αžΆαž€αŸ‹αž‘αž„αž‚αŸ αžαžΉαž„αž’αžαŸ‹?? She said : αžαžΉαž„αžŸαŸ’αž’αžΈαž”αžΎαžœαžΆαž˜αž·αž“αž”αžΆαž“αžŸαŸ’αžšαž›αžΆαž‰αŸ‹αž•αž„αž‚αŸ’αžšαžΆαž“αŸ‹αžαŸ‚αž’αžΆαžŽαž·αž αžαžΆαž˜αž‘αž·αž‰αž“αŸαŸ‡αž‘αž·αž‰αž“αŸ„αŸ‡αž’αŸ„αž™αžšαž αžΌαžβ€¦ αžŸαž½αžšαž˜αž·αžαŸ’αžαžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αž αžΎαž™ αžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αž€αŸαžŸαž˜αŸ’αžšαžΆαž…αž…αž·αžαŸ’αžαž˜αžΎαž›αž…αž·αžαŸ’αžαž‚αŸ’αž“αžΆαž‡αžΆαž˜αž½αž™αž˜αŸ’αž“αžΆαž€αŸ‹αž”αŸ’αžšαž»αžŸαž“αž·αž„ αž‚αž·αžαžαžΆαž‚αŸαž›αŸ’αž’αž˜αŸ’αž›αŸαžŸ αž™αž€αž…αž·αžαŸ’αžαž‘αž»αž€αžŠαžΆαž€αŸ‹αž“αž·αž„αžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ† αž‚αŸαž“αž·αž™αžΆαž™αžšαžΏαž„αž‚αŸ’αžšαž½αžŸαžΆαžšαž‚αŸ αž‚αŸαž‘αž·αž‰αž“αŸαŸ‡αž‘αž·αž‰αž“αŸ„αŸ‡αž’αŸ„αž™αž™αžΎαž„ αž‚αŸαžαžΆαž‚αŸ’αžšαžΆαž“αŸ‹αžαŸ‚αž…αž„αŸ‹αžƒαžΎαž‰αžŸαŸ’αž“αžΆαž˜αž‰αž‰αžΉαž˜αž™αžΎαž„αžαŸ‚αž”αŸ‰αž»αžŽαŸ’αžŽαŸ„αŸ‡ :3 αž™αžΎαž„αž‘αžΆαž€αŸ‹αž‘αž„αž‚αŸ’αž“αžΆαž”αžΆαž“1αž’αžΆαž‘αž·αžαŸ’αž™ αž‚αŸαž€αŸαžαžΆαž‚αŸαž…αž„αŸ‹αž’αŸ’αžœαžΎαž‡αžΆαž˜αž·αžαŸ’αžαž“αž·αž„αžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αžœαž·αž‰αž–αŸ’αžšαŸ„αŸ‡αž‚αŸαž˜αž·αž“αž…αž„αŸ‹αžƒαžΎαž‰αžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αž–αž·αž”αžΆαž€αž…αž·αžαŸ’αžαžŠαŸ„αž™αžŸαžΆαžšαž‚αŸ ( me : αž’αžΆαž‰αžαžΆαž˜αŸ‚αž“αŸ— style 99 αž˜αž€αž‘αŸ€αžαž αžΎαž™) αžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αž€αŸαžαžΆ αž˜αž·αž“αž˜αŸ‚αž“αž˜αž€αž–αžΈαž“αŸ…αžŸαŸ’αžšαž›αžΆαž‰αŸ‹αž˜αž·αžαŸ’αžαžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αžŽαžΆαž αžΈ?? He said : αž’αžαŸ‹αž‘αŸ αž‚αŸαž–αž·αž”αžΆαž€αž”αŸ’αžšαžΆαž”αŸ‹αžŽαžΆαžŸαŸ‹αž‚αŸ’αžšαžΆαž“αŸ‹αžαŸ‚αžŠαžΉαž„αžαžΆαž‚αŸαž’αŸ’αžœαžΎαž…αžΉαž„αžŠαžΎαž˜αŸ’αž”αžΈαž…αž„αŸ‹αž’αŸ„αž™αžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αž›αŸ’αž’ αž€αž»αŸ†αž’αŸ„αž™αž–αž·αž”αžΆαž€αž…αž·αžαŸ’αžαžŠαŸ„αž™αžŸαžΆαžšαž‚αŸ and he said : αž™αžΎαž„αž‘αžΉαž˜αžαŸ‚αž‘αžΆαž€αŸ‹αž‘αž„αž‚αŸ’αž“αžΆαž‘αŸαž…αžΉαž„ αžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αž“αž·αž„αž”αŸ†αž—αŸ’αž›αŸαž…αž”αžΆαž“αž›αžΏαž“ αž˜αž·αž“αž’αžΈαž‘αŸ ( me : αž…αŸ’αž”αžΆαžŸαŸ‹αžŽαžΆαžŸαŸ‹ ) αž”αž“αŸ’αž‘αžΆαž”αŸ‹αž˜αž€ αžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αž€αŸαž–αŸ’αžšαž˜αžαžΆαž˜αž‚αŸ αž˜αž·αž“αž”αžΆαž“αž”αŸ‰αž»αž“αŸ’αž˜αžΆαž“αž•αž„ αžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αž€αŸαž›αžΊαžαžΆαž‚αŸαž‘αžΆαž€αŸ‹αž‘αž„αž‡αžΆαž˜αž½αž™αž˜αž·αžαŸ’αžαžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αžœαž·αž‰ αžŠαŸ‚αžšαž‡αžΆαž˜αž·αžαŸ’αžαžŠαŸ‚αžšαž”αŸ’αžšαžΆαž”αŸ‹αžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αžαžΆαžœαžΆαž˜αž·αž“αž”αžΆαž“αžŸαŸ’αžšαž›αžΆαž‰αŸ‹αž˜αŸ’αž“αžΆαž€αŸ‹αž”αŸ’αžšαž»αžŸαž“αž·αž„αž‘αŸ ( me : αž†αŸ’αž’αŸ‚αžαžŽαžΆαžŸαŸ‹αžαŸ‚αž™αžΎαž„αž‡αžΆαž˜αž·αžαŸ’αžαž“αž·αž„αž‚αŸ’αž“αžΆ αžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αž˜αž·αž“αž”αžΆαž“αž”αŸ’αžšαž€αžΆαž“αŸ‹ αž αžΎαž™αž€αŸαž‡αžΌαž“αž–αžšαž‚αŸαž‘αŸ€αžπŸ˜… αžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αž˜αž·αž“αž…αž„αžΎαž’αŸ„αž™αž˜αž·αžαŸ’αžαž—αžΆαž–αžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αž…αž”αŸ‹αžαŸ’αžšαžΉαž˜αž˜αž“αž»αžŸαŸ’αžŸαž”αŸ’αžšαž»αžŸαž˜αŸ’αž“αžΆαž€αŸ‹αž‘αŸ ) αžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αž‘αž‘αž½αž›αžŸαŸ’αž‚αžΆαž›αŸ‹αžαžΆαžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ† αž™αŸ†αž˜αŸ‚αž“αž–αŸ’αžšαŸ„αŸ‡αžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ† αžŸαŸ’αžŠαžΆαž™αž…αž·αžαŸ’αžαžŠαŸ‚αžšαž‡αžΏαž‘αž»αž€αž…αž·αžαŸ’αžαž˜αž“αž»αžŸαŸ’αžŸαžŠαžΌαž…αž™αžΎαž„ αž‚αž·αžαžαžΆαž‚αŸαž›αŸ’αž’ αž”αžΆαžšαž˜αŸ’αž˜αžŽαŸαž‚αŸ’αžšαž”αŸ‹αž™αŸ‰αžΆαž„ αž˜αž·αž“αž”αžΆαž“αž‚αž·αžαžαžΆαž’αŸ’αž“αž€αž™αž€αžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αž‡αŸ†αž“αž½αžŸαž˜αž·αžαŸ’αžαžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ† αž αžΎαž™αž›αŸαž„αžŸαžΎαž…αž“αž·αž„αž’αžΆαžšαž˜αŸ’αž˜αžŽαŸαžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αž˜αž½αž™αž–αŸαž›αž”αŸ‚αž”αž“αŸαŸ‡ αž€αž»αŸ†αž’αŸ’αžœαžΎαžŠαžΆαž€αŸ‹αž˜αž·αžαŸ’αžαžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†αžŠαžΌαž…αžŠαŸ‚αžšαž’αŸ’αž“αž€ αžŠαŸ‚αžšαž’αŸ’αž“αž€αž’αŸ’αžœαžΎαžŠαžΆαž€αŸ‹αžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ† αž–αŸαž›αž“αŸαŸ‡αž’αŸ’αž“αž€αž”αžΆαž“αžŠαžΌαž…αž”αŸ†αžŽαž„αž αžΎαž™ αž’αŸ’αž“αž€αž•αŸ’αžŠαžΆαž…αŸ‹αž‘αžΆαŸ†αž„αžŸαŸ’αž“αŸαž αžΆ αž“αž·αž„ αž˜αž·αžαŸ’αžαž—αžΆαž–αž–αž½αž€αžαŸ’αž‰αž»αŸ†πŸ™‚ I forgive ya but we don’t needa keep in touch…respectfully.

2025-08-14

Suicidal thoughts

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2025-08-14

The confession

I will wait for you until you’re finally ready for a relationship again, but don’t make me wait for too long.

2025-08-14

He and She: For no reason

It's been almost a year since we last fought. A few months ago, you said we should be friends. I complied. Then next, you said we should not talk anymore since you are selfish and you have been hurting me along so you don't want to continue by any means. I also complied. In both times, I said nothing for I did respect your decision. But hear me this, my dear, he knows you twos never talk properly and you never give him proper answers the way he wants and he never forces you to do it. But perhaps, you twos could have a talk once? Maybe he could tell you all the stories from his side? I know this is a just stupid thing to ask for but at least he asked (I know asking someone anonymously from a confession text is of course more stupid). The crush of one of his friends has just got a girlfriend today. He asked her how she feels about that but she said okay. He wonders when it will be his turn, to know that you got into a relationship with somebody else. He saw that you have fallen in love again. So there is a piece of advice for you. Pursue that love if you have thought thoroughly that it will bring the happiness you have always wished for. Don't feel pressured if your ex still thinks of you because that one is an idiot and a dumb one to still think of his ex despite everything his ex has said to him. Let him be and pursue your new love. Perhaps, when he knows you are in a new relationship, he will realize how dumb he has been and may consider stopping thinking of you. He may still think of you, but I don't think he will be too selfish to be mad at you for getting into a new relationship. Actually, I am not sure what I am writing now, I just hope you don't know who I am. I just wish all the best to you and your career. Thanks for reading the story of He and She: for no reason. Ohh, by the way, Merry Christmas to you.

2025-08-14

Crushing my classmate

So we attend the school event together. And at the dinner time we all dressed with certain dress codes. She looks damn gorgeousπŸ₯Ί I didn't tell her that tho, I might get caught. Then, there was a dancing session, and we got each other. I got to hold her hand and her jongkes as we danced to couple random songs. This was the best part of the event. I doubt she knows that I like her. Would you ladies like your classmates?πŸ₯Ί

2025-08-14

To KLK ~ From SCBM

We been together almost 2 years. Everything went well until you adjusted yourself to someone else that I don’t know. I hate me for being annoying to get your attention, to get your caring and love. I hate me that I always want to meet you. I hate me that I can’t let you go even tho you ask to leave more than 10 times and I still asking you to stay.

2025-08-14

Because of her previous love makes her doesn't want to engage with love again.

Been loving her for years now even before she had boyfriend. (Almost half of my lifetime) I've been this far following her, waiting her to be ready to be in love again. And if she's ready to go again I hope that it will be me she chooses. She's already know I'm in love with her. I'm ready to take care of her, make her happy, comfort her whenever she's down. (She has problem with nervous breakdown) Well, I also think I've made her little happy sometimes. But she's an unexpected one, she seems happy today but then tomorrow she ignores me. It makes me feel bad 😐 ~It's kinda sad when I see people get to be in relationships with their dream person while I don't. Sometimes my instincts urge me to give up cuz the relationship between us appear that it would never happens. Thanks admins for approving.