Very much appreciate This senior of mine. . . he comforted me despite being tired and exhausted from work too.

relatable lyrics

nervous system so messed up that while reading i could feel the pain from my chest and both of my wrist at the same time

Starving for respect, craving recognition… can’t handle it when people finally stop serving their ego?

going back to 2000s sountracks for stress relieving

Ehem let this be our new secret. . . Lets not make this known for people who have tendencies of cheating

Great song for night drive

been crying whole night till 3:40 am (last checked time since i fell asleep) made my eye lids swell or puff so i applied eyeliner to make it look thinner

theirel humor matches the humors of Procurement Manager, IT Manager, Engineer associate and IT intern.

all i thought this day was all about foods

that i love receiving valuable small things

so its okay for parents to project their trauma to their children but when the children expresses their doubt and distrust their ungrateful and prideful?

I’ve been occupied all day with my internship. Mentally drained. Trying to show up, be productive, and do my best. Yesterday, during my break, I received a message from my friend’s boyfriend. He asked if he could confide in me because they’re apparently on the verge of breaking up. He said my friend has been toxic and manipulative. I didn’t want to believe it right away, so I even went to her house personally (after work) just to see and confirm if what he was saying had truth to it. And honestly… it was alarming. She was denying everything. Now I feel stuck in between. Do I support his need for space and respect? Or do I confront my friend and risk things getting worse? On top of that, yesterday was my sister’s birthday. After work, I had to walk and buy her cake while carrying all my things, trying to balance everything. I was already physically tired. Now it feels like I’m carrying emotional weight too. I just feel stretched thin. And I don’t know where to stand.

My drag paths are when I tell my stories casually, thinking they’re normal, until I see my friends’ facial reactions and realize they never were. They trace back to when I was 17, crying in a corner at school, hyperventilating and repeating “I’m only 17,” fully understanding what was happening but being emotionally and mentally suffocated by responsibilities that weren’t meant for someone my age. Adults, even middle-aged people, expected me to be responsible, relied on me, and treated me as their refuge or confidant, without realizing that this was never a normal burden for a 17-year-old to carry.

i added this random opponent because s/he seems cool and a Neon main. . .