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2025-08-14

Is tinder’s man user bad?

πŸ’€πŸ’€ I was called as a horny guy and sometimes even a f boy, using this app. But actually texting people on this platform is more fun. ( not the sexual stuffs )

2025-08-14

3years of us

We met at 2019 but now look at us , we’re just strangers with some memories . First I really want to be his girl best friend , but once upon a time I think I have feeling for him not just friend . I am distancing myself from someone I love. Until now I just can’t get you out of my mind . Thank you for being there for me when I needed you the most . πŸ«€

2025-08-14

Love and hatred?

Don't hate someone because they don't love you or leave you. Let's clear all the hatred, and replay all the moment that you are laughing, smile and loved. You need to know and understand yourself, Do you want her smile or her tear? Do you want her to be happy without you or it need to be you?

2025-08-14

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2025-08-14

JUST TELL ME

I deserve to be treated well. Why are you treating me like this? If you don’t wanna talk to me, just tell me. You don’t have to ignore and ghosting me like this. Texting with you is just like replying not talking. Why you made me feels like I’m begging you just to talk to me. If you’re lost interest, just TELL ME. Sorry for accidentally caught feelings for you, but I can’t help it.

2025-08-14

How to choose

How to choose BTW the one who take care on you and they will come when we need the warm vs the one who advise us e.time but they didn't know how we need people to warm up us.

2025-08-14

Slave of love

I am the owner of #KJ0002. Time sure flies, we no longer text even though he knew I always wait for his texts and notifications. Even after he unblock me, he is not following back my ig and is no longer a friend in FB as well. But whenever I miss him and I post a story, he was always my first viewer to view it. Not until he decided to post another video @ his TikTok which is a very scary place that everything started between us. My tears just fall like an idiot with the little hope "Do I ever cross your mind when you see that video of yours"? It just hits me so hard because every movement everything that happens is still fresh in my mind, his voice still echoing in my ears, his smell still sticking to my nose, his kiss still warming my lips, our adultery stuff which I gave him out of my pure love for him still crawling back to my brain and it's torturing my every breathes. He is living his best life right now, while I am suffering from tears every single second because of him. Fools will eventually die from its stupidity? He once promised me to not let my tears drop because of him, one of my best friends also reminded me about the red flags since day 1 but I refuse to do so and mess with him. Up until this moment, the very first time that he's not viewing my story yet asking him whether Do I cross his mind or not at least once when he posts that place which has taken a huge place in my heart. I even get more clowning myself by commenting on that TikTok's video of him "what a nice view" and he just replied immediately, I think I knew now maybe my ig dm with him finally went rock bottom since he's stick to his phone 24/7. I am now waiting for him on my birthday which we suppose to meet again but somehow I made him mad at me and I don't know what is going to happen on my birthday, whether he shows up or not? I am still waiting, Little does he know my tears are now competing to drop without any hesitation. I am dying from time to time, I am living to his "air promises" I look back at our chat in the good old days that he told me to stick to 3 meals a day, stay hydrated, stay positive, and stay calm. I really want to turn back time to that night the 2nd sleepover with him. I left many unspoken words that I want to say in front of him. Seems like now I have no longer chance to meet him now. I can say now I have officially become a slave of him for him. I no longer can control my emotion as well as my body which I gave him all without anything left. He feels like home to me, now that he is gone? What can I do? I can only pray to god, trying my best to wait for him which is impossible but it is out of my control that's the only thing I could do to calm my mind. What should I do right now? The more I try to erase every moment I have with him, the more it is haunting me. How many tears must I shed, how many times must I cry? How many tears must I use for him to take pity on me? I am fighting my worst battle with myself right now. I told myself to be happy because my birthday is coming up in just a week. I have never broken someone's heart since I was born, why now am getting this treatment from someone I loved wholeheartedly? I felt bad for 3 people that I kept repeating find good points in him and kept on venting to them about the same cycle. Thanks to them that at least they listen to my whole story which I still can't forgive myself for the mess I created. I hope I can smile for my birthday this year, I am getting old but seems like I'm still childish when it's come to him. I am still hoping he remembers that this birthday boy is in a week, even it is not impossible but I am still waiting for the impossible to happen. Sorry for my broken English.

2025-08-14

Missing someone you never had

Is there really a way to stop missing someone? Cos if you already kept your pride aside and tried to initiate but their responses kept on disappointing you, there isn't anything much you can do. What if years from now you still long to see them? What if every little things you see keep reminding you of them? What if you still look for closure knowing damn well they don't care about you? But then again, do all these questions even make any sense if it's a scenario between people who didn't even date, if it's just a one-sided thing?