She’s no longer yours.

Remembering her eyes, her smile, he finally mustered up some courage.

Brushing the dust of his yearbook, he found the number she’d written for him.
Eagerly, with trembling fingers, he sends her a text.

I’m married now… Read the reply.

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That one friend.

To that one friend.
That annoying friend.That seemingly careless friend.
That “I-dont-care-about-anything” friend.
That pretentious friend.
That hilarious friend.
That weirdly intelligent friend.
That wanderlust filled friend.
That broke friend.
That always messy friend.
That melodramatic friend.
That cheesy af friend.
That high friend.
That smoking up friend.
That terrible-at-dating friend.
That dog-needing friend.
That friend who better treat after reading this.

That friend with great taste. (Ofc, they’re friends with you)
With oh, a RBF.

Yeah?

K bruh.

Why is everything so complicated.

Simplicit living is a forgotten way of living.

Why does everything need to be complicated?

From the “Lentils infused with a tinge of vinegar served with jus” to ” A 5MP front snapper with an octacore processor combined with the 1020Mah battery :Smartphone”.

Why do we need drama in our lives? To make it interesting? Maybe. Might be. Probably.

Why can’t everything be either black or white. WHY IS A GREY AREA REQUIRED.

You either like her, or you don’t. You either wanna go that party, or you don’t. You either wanna have lasagne for dinner, or you don’t.

You either want to live in a castle in Scotland, or you don’t. Actually no. Who wouldn’t want to do that?!

Why you should kill your friend.

Have you ever sat across the table from your friend and wondered what you can steal off them in case they died?

Erm, confession time. I have.
In face, I wonder quite loud. I always ask them what they’re worth. Not emotionally of course, they’re priceless. Yuck no. JK. I’ll find someone else.

“Sooo, your new phone. How much is it worth?”

“Sooo, your necklace. Platinum eh?”

“Your new scooter, you carry the keys with you all the time, right?”

“Your Bose headphones. Amazing right?”

They ridicule this. “Like you’d kill me” or “Like you’d let me die by the side of the road”. Nah. I wouldn’t. Or Would I? *evil laughter*

JK. I love your bitchy ass.

 

Stop Smiling.

Dating?

Let’s talk about dating.
Not my personal history of course. Go chop onions instead. *sob*

ACTUAAALY NO. I’ve seen people around me date. I eat a date. They go on a  date. I end up happy, albeit for a short time. They end up happy, albeit for a short time.

The poooint issss, it doesn’t matter. Nothing really matters. Single? Depressed? Together? Sad? Angry? Take one breath, picture an elephant jumping on a trampoline. Smile.
TADA.

You won’t ever read my blog again, will you? Eyy.