I've never had anyone who desired me romantically. Ever since I knew what crushes were, I've had countless crushes on different boys. They didn't even have to be particularly good-looking -- I've had crushes on boys who had simply said 'hi' to me or just be a kind person. In primary school, I feel like I switched crushes every few days. Of course, children get crushes all the time. The thing is that I've never been on the receiving end of one -- from back then until now. I've always thought that it was because I didn't fit the beauty standard in Malaysia -- fair-skinned, large doe eyes, a petite figure. I was tan, with smaller eyes, and I was self conscious about my crooked teeth. The friends I made growing up all seemed to fit the beauty standard in some way. I always thought that in every friend group I was in, I would be the ugliest and therefore be able to make my friends look prettier. My best friend growing up seemed to have interested boys a...
Hello. It's been a while since I last came here, huh? I used to love writing a lot. When I was younger, me and my siblings had to fight over whose turn it was with my mom's laptop, which she mostly used for work. On that laptop, I played pirated Pokemon games with emulators, surfed the web, played flash games on Facebook, and wrote. But the period I wrote the most was when I got my own laptop --- a gift from my mother for getting a good results in my UPSR exams. It was a cheap laptop, pink in color, and I loved it. The first thing I checked to see was if it had Microsoft Word installed. I was immediately heartbroken when there wasn't, and begged my mom to have it installed. In the meantime, I wrote on the default note application, wistfully thinking that I could have been able to access so many tools in the Microsoft Word application. A while later, Word was installed in my little cheap pink laptop. I was thrilled, and I remember spending most of my time writing. Fanfi...
you're alone and cold in your bedroom, the fan whirring as fast as it could go as it usually did. there's three tabs open in your laptop, one playing music that you've never heard before in a language you don't understand, but the melody is quite nice so you don't bother changing it. in the kitchen, someone tinkers with glassware and fills a cup with water. your eyes flutter, torn between staying awake and succumbing to sleep. the song changes to another song, the artist's voice raw and emotional as they pour their all into their art. you listen mindlessly, and before you know there's darkness. the dinner table is empty. your family is asleep, retired to their respective rooms with the late hour, but you're restless and anxious for something to happen. your reflection is dull and unclear in the scratched marble of the table, and your hands draw meaningless symbols as you lose yourself in your thoughts. when you lock eyes with a girl across the street, w...
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