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?

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2025-08-14

I made it <3

I am the confessor of #KJ0217 I just wanted to say that I made it. It was super awkward at first but then things turn out better. BIG Thanks to those who give me tips cuz it really helped me a lot!πŸ™πŸ» Proud to say I am dating my dream girl ❀️

2025-08-14

Thought it was destiny

We used to know each other when we were young, but we didn’t talk much. As we grew older we’ve met again. This time it was different, we were so connected, understanding each other, having same opinion m, having same interest and having the same groups of friends. I wasn’t ready to start the relationship with him like the way he was, I was hesitate because I was scared that β€œ what if one day we broke up”. β€œ what if we were to broke up and things got awkward between us”. β€œ what if we had to go through pain”. These thought keeps me thinking every single day until one day he stopped. Everything ends because he had his own personal reason, he has choices to choose. That’s is when I realize I wasn’t the only one for him. Without doubt he choose someone else and this still makes me think how much I thought about β€œ us”. This is my story. If knongjit decide to post it please correct my writing because it is not that good and thank you I really can express my feeling without no one knowing who I am.

2025-08-14

Do you miss me?

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2025-08-14

The never coming date we planned

Remember when we used to say we will meet? Remember when you said you were so eager to meet me? Remember how we were happily discussed about this so call date and plan it all out perfectly? Remember how you and I both had our hands on our first date gift for each other? I still had those photos of our gifts which we had sent to one another. But now, where was it? Where had it gone to? Where are you? Just how cruel are you leaving me all alone in this world before we could ever meet. Just…why? Why did you have to leave so soon? It’s been 1 year and a half since you’re gone from this world. May your beautiful soul be at ease. You are the most beautiful human I ever meet.

2025-08-14

If everyone have the same story

I don’t know how to put this into words, but once I grow up I started to realize that the dreams I once had in my childhood ( whom I wish myself to be in a certain way) isn’t come true at all. If putting words anonymously could help me cope up with the pain and all of the stress I have then I would do it ten times a day…. From the person who loves to share stories with others to someone who find it hard to open up, started to hate herself, and start to question her capability. I woke up daily with the feeling of β€œ that’s fine another day have come and there would be thing u need to face” but do I want to end my life? The answer is β€œNO” I used to have those thoughts. Despite the stress and panic attack I experienced daily I still fight with it , I still give myself a reason to go on… because not everyone is happy. So if you’re reading till this, I would want you to know that of course life is tough you might think that you’re the only one experience it but believe me either the person you know or the one who you don’t, everyone have the same story and sadness that they need to cope with, need to fight… so don’t give up!! Fighting for life, start to live your life even though it’s painful…. Cheer up!!!!

2025-08-14

I miss you a lot

I miss the days that I drove you home, miss having you by my side, cuddling, as well as the long journey we had shared. It’s sad having to accept the fact that one of us had to part from each other’s in order for things to work out. You were a gf, best friend, and a mom. From someone once was your Antman πŸ˜”

2025-08-14

I think I started to have a crush on my friend.

We’ve been hanging out together about 4 years now but he and I never think of anything more than friend. I like to tease him sometimes before about being in relationship but it doesn’t mean I have that kind of feeling with him and I think he feel annoyed about me teasing him but who care lol. For some reasons, I think he’s really hate me at some points because I’m kinda immature and of course annoying and always mad and yes he never αž‘αŸ’αžš me because why would he care if I’m mad? Lol. However, we both still talking and still friend. It just this recently (read the title), just maybe, let’s just put it like this. I don’t think he has feeling for me because he doesn’t really care about me and doesn’t really care to reply to my text for all these years only if he wants to. He probably chat with others because I used to caught him. Or he probably study. He’s smarter than me too. But well even if he also has feeling for me I’m not sure whether it’s possible for us to date too due to some reasons which also include my knowledge, I think, because I’m not as smart as him. And other reasons.

2025-08-14

Appreciate

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