Sometimes I wonder…
Why does life feel like it takes away the things we love most?
Why does it feel so unfair — so hollow, like it’s missing its core?

I lived with my parents

Hello, the ones reading this!

Now, this story is a little shitty — or should I say poopy.
It all began on 22/07/2025 (yes, the date matters).

My friend — let’s call him “X” — and I were at

The kind of impact something small can make is pretty big.

Like they say, papercut wounds are the worst.

And it just happened the other day. On my right ring finger, while opening a can of Tuna.

I was excited

I used to think it was Jennifer Aniston in Passengers.

You know, the one with the starship Avalon carrying 5,000 colonists in cryo-sleep?

The

“So what made you want to do that?”

“Isn’t crocheting for old people?”

Honestly, I stumbled into crocheting by accident. One day, I was scrolling through Pinterest, and a few crocheted purses and wallets popped up on my feed. They

Secara teknis, ini bukannya daftar tagihan pertama yang dia kasih. Tapi ini surat pertama yang ketemu pas bersih-bersih, dan sempat kukira jadi satu-satunya yang tersisa.

Ngga bisa baca? Tulisannya jelek?

For the longest time, my life had a soundtrack. It wasn’t music. It was a low,

A GIRL TRAPPED IN A CYCLE.

I have a story.
It’s about a girl who often wonders if she truly deserves to be helped.
This is her story, told in her own words:

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First of all, I want to

There I was, walking down the streets of Mumbai at 2 AM, surrounded by friends singing Hindi songs at the top of their lungs. Everyone was vibing, swaying, completely lost in the moment.