I think period is a fucking terrifying thing that only filters for the worst memories.
I've been having weird ass dreams again, weird ass rewinding about the past without any reason.
Hostel life's never been better. I've got what I was searching for. I reached out, I got it right away. Why didn't I do that earlier? They asked me. Jonut asked me. I said, I had dumb reasons to stay away from the badminton team or club. Chubby gab asked too. Same answer. They aren't that chuan I guess? I think they're like the fcuc boys. Distant, but I don't give any fucks. Or maybe I have this impression just because I've only met them once? Why do I judge people without knowing them for more than two hours? Ish.
First two weeks of new sem started nice. I'm not that isolated. We did went out more than usual. And suddenly fucking period, I'm back to isolation. But that's no a choice. Anyway I got to know this malay girl who studies traditional Chinese medicine. Tcmalay. Too cool. She's so hyped I like her.
I find myself talking about my ex replacing "my friend" sometimes. Like why did you not join badminton club? Well, I had a friend who strongly adviced me not to.
Never try, never know. If I joined earlier, I would've found my squad. I would've skipped all these isolation. Fuck you jw.
Maybe that's why period chose some memories to reminisce. But I think I couldn't go further. The last thing it could flash back was the last two weeks we were together.
Even my head wants me to firmly remember how such an ass he was. But it doesn't hurt anymore. It leads to another open door, which couldn't make me smile less. 😁😁
I'm craving alcohol.
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