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It’s been awhile since I last saw this page updated. I just wanna said thank you to admin for creating this page. This page is literally my comfort zone reading anonymous message and I learn a lot from it. I hope this page will be active again soon but if admin page needs sometime to relax from this page it’s okay I just hope you enjoy your time and be happy.

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2025-08-14

Steps To The Future

I know you're rushing to get to that next phase in your life. You're sick and tired of being where you're at and feel like you should be somewhere else doing greater things. You're stressing yourself to have more. Your giving yourself anxiety tricking yourself that you're behind. Listen to me, you're exactly where you should be at. You're where you're at because there's a few more lessons you have to learn before you go into that next phase. But I'll tell you this, as long as you're moving, you're not stuck. As long as you keep working you're not stagnant. Be okay with taking steps and not running. You'll have experiences where you're running. This stage isn't that. Life is making you walk because you have a lot to learn in this moment in time and you need more time to gather all this information. Sometimes life doesn't give us what we're asking for because we're not ready to have them. We're not ready for the responsibilities. We're not ready for the stress. We're not ready or responsible enough to manage that many things. That's why life gives us a little at a time so we can learn how to mange blessings. Life is giving us time to develop before it unloads everything we deserve. It takes experience and wisdom to have a lot. Be grateful for the little you have so you'll be grateful for everything you'll be receiving in the future.

2025-08-14

Is it even possible to like someone only years later?

Just as the title. We've been close friends for years, and just recently, I've realized that I may have started to see him as more than a friend. I really enjoy his company. I feel safe around him, and he's my go-to person when I'm feeling happy or feeling down. In fact, I'm a person with a plan, and when I was thinking of my future, he comes to mind too. I know it may sound very cliche but that is the moment I realize I may have liked him more than a friend. However, I'm still very confused because I've known him for so long, so why now? Is it because we've been there for each other because we've been abroad through difficult time so we comfort each other? Is it because I was worried that he may feel lonely or even depressed during the lockdown so I kept on checking up on him? I don't have any answers to this and I hope I can be sure of my feelings soon. Just want to share this in case anyone has also experienced this.

2025-08-14

To my first love

I believe the first love is always the best feeling you have ever felt in your youth memories either it ends well or bad. Believe it or not, my first love experience has still hunted me until today. As of today, I still stuck seeing his rounded face facing with sunlight in my eyes and his soft voice in my both ears. Ever since I met him in high school, my life has changed completely. People said love is blind and I absolutely agree with that. Everyone was invisible to me whenever he showed up. I would lose my word whenever we started the conversation. My heart beated crazily when he came close to my body. My face would turn red in seconds when he called me by my name or oun eng. However, I was not the only one who wanted this man to be in my life, he was an apple in every girls’ eyes back to that year. His friendliness, caring, kindness, helpfulness, and bright smile make him had everyone attention. Thankfully, due to the class arrangement I got a chance to share a table with him for two wonderful years. Within that years, I witnessed the girls who tried to win his heart yet, he turned them all down. I had no answer to why he turned everyone down but I was so happy that I still have chance. Ever since we started studying together, I push myself to study harder and harder because he was one of an outstanding student and I was hoping that if I did well in my academic I would be noticed by him someday (the stupid meπŸ˜‚). I would never talk to him first until he started the conversation (I was shy πŸ™ˆ) and our topic would be only about the academic. Thank to him even he noticed I felt uncomfortable with him around, he still tried his very best to make me felt better and help me out with our team work. He would tag me along to the part-time school and even brought me snack. There was a time that it was raining like dog and cat and he decided to owed me his jacket so I would still felt warm on my way back home. Yet, he was this good to everyone not only me that time and the only reason I was able to be treated spacial because I was his deskmate. Everything went too well that make me hopelessly falling deeper and deeper day to day. But because it went to well, I did not dare to confess because if I was turning down that time I would completely lose him and would have no another chance share some priceless like that moment. So I did my best in my study to be bold to him and would try to hide my feelings from him and even avoided seeing him sometimes. This was killing me yet also saving me from losing this man as well. Months went by and here come bacll time ( it was tough in 2017), we both were trying so hard and promise to do our best. With my effort, school and family support, also his mentally and academically support, I did it. I at least got a B while he had himself an A. I was so happy for him and it was the first time we share a hug and he put his hand on my head and should said β€˜You αž―αž„ αž–αžΌαž€αŸ‚αžŽαžΆαžŸαŸ‹β€˜. That was a moment that I am proud of myself the most. Even I couldn’t accompany him to the award ceremony but I felt enough. I was now told by my 4years crush that I did great and even shared a happy moment with him. After bacll, we still chatted and discussed what should we do next and it was when I realized I cannot just run after him all the time I should also find my own goal and purpose. So he went for a university abroad and I registered for a local university and it’s also when we started fading away. As of today, we are now graduated and doing our dream job. We met serveral times this recent years. I am so happy to share my high memories with him and to have him as my first love even it was only me who in love. Thank to him and his support for me to become who I am today. As of today I am still regretting not able to confess my love to him back then and if I could turn back time I hope I least heard a bold yes or no from him, honestly. Even if this love was silly but I did feel love and it all ends well, thank 🀍. And of course I hope you would come across this message someday. Thank you for your memories. And guess what I already found my Mr. Right and even if he was not my first he will be the only one who going to walk me on the aisle after my father. I am now getting married to someone I love and I am sure he love me harder. Thank you my first love and you will be one of my best memories even after my wedding day. Thank for everything 🀍

2025-08-14

What is this feeling

Can anyone tell me what is this feeling It been a long time since they broke the bond. We try to understand them and wish them all the best. However, seeing them with someone new, doing all the things that we should do together some how hurt. It like trauma, it hit right there in the heart, it got you tremble, feeling lost, all the hope we try to hold on are gone, almost down on the knee. I swear there is no hatred, there is no evil though to break them apart. It just feel like can’t stand seeing it, can’t accept it, bare to see it but Why it is someone else in that place? How could? Did we really do sth wrong? Were we never good enough for them? How could they just switch to do all the things with someone else while our heart still beat for them? Why do they treat us this way while our intention is only love and to be with them?

2025-08-14

Karma

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2025-08-14

Always wish you from here

Sorry for wasting your time and making your life miserable I wouldn’t do that if I could. I won’t stay longer than this and I am not sure how it would be, how it goes.. and of course I will miss you, I'm terrified of losing you, I really can't image my life , my body without you in it..., but I know that it’s time for both of us to move on, maybe to see who we are, what we’re trying to do , what we really need.. or maybe someday we will start over again!! I remember what you told me, if we mean to be.. it will be and it’s absolutely happen.. I don’t want to try this way, but I have no more rights to ask you to stay , to choose me, to not break this relationship up anymore.. When you are happy, I will be happy too.. Please always taking care of yourself.. Eat more, hard work, grow up and take a good rest, enjoy your day as always… stay healthy, and do whatever you want to… Cheer !!!

2025-08-14

Where I stand

Day by day, I started to know where I stand in everyone’s life. I’m that friend who is there when they need something. I’m that daughter who is responsible for every big and little things inside and outside the household. I’m that granddaughter who is just a female. I’m that sister who doesn’t deserve the respect. I’m that niece who got compared with the cousins’ parents and got hated by my own cousins. I’m that girlfriend who loves too much and also being a little too much that sometimes it suffocates him. Every eyes and words that look and say to me, make me feel small worthless. Whenever i try to explain what happen and both me, I got shouted back, not listening to me, first they comfort and still act the same. It’s hard coming home everyday and get the cold look from everyone and no one in the house actually talking to you. I have to repeat myself over 3 times to get the answer or someone attention. The only time I get someone to care enough for my well-being or existence is when I commit suicide.

2025-08-14

Your name

Why can’t I hate the one who hurt and broke my heart into pieces? I can’t even erase your name from my head. I am fu*king hurt when I hear your name. Stupid me hoping to start over again with you.