Friendships Fade

 Sometimes, you grow out of friendships—and that’s okay.

No fight, no drama, just a quiet realization that the connection has faded. Some friendships are like chapters in a book; they have a beginning, a middle, and sometimes, an end. 💔

You get used to the fact that the texts become fewer, and the spontaneous check-ins stop. Birthdays no longer come with the usual greetings, and the spaces between conversations stretch wider. It doesn’t feel the same anymore. That’s when you realize—it’s not about bitterness or regret. It’s about gratitude. Gratitude for the memories, the lessons, and the shared moments that once made you feel seen, heard, and valued.

When a friendship has served its purpose and reached the end of its timeline, it’s not about forcing things to stay the same. It’s about letting go gracefully. Saying goodbye doesn’t mean it wasn’t meaningful. It means you’ve grown, and now it’s time to embrace what’s next—whether that’s new experiences, new connections, or simply a deeper understanding of yourself. 🌱✨

Letting go is hard, but trust that everything happens for a reason. Some people are meant to walk with you for a while, not forever. And that’s okay, too.

Tag someone who’s been a meaningful part of your journey and let them know they’ll always hold a special place in your story. 💌

Behind Every Post

 You’ve probably seen me on Facebook. Maybe you’ve scrolled past my posts—the ones that seem like I’m setting fire to everything in my life, burning bridges, and walking away with a sense of purpose. Or maybe you’ve noticed the ones where I’ve shared that I’m broken, raw, and vulnerable. But let me tell you something: those posts? They’re just the surface.

The truth is, you have no idea what I’ve been dealing with behind the scenes. Social media has become my outlet—a place where I air my thoughts, my victories, my struggles, and yes, sometimes my dirty linens. But here’s the thing: what I post isn’t the whole story. It’s carefully curated moments, emotions filtered through a screen, and a narrative that only shows half the life I live.

Maybe you’ve rolled your eyes or shook your head at some of the things I’ve shared. Maybe you’ve thought, “What’s the deal with all these stunts?” And that’s okay. I know not everyone will get it. Not everyone needs to. But remember this: what I post is only what I choose to show. It’s the part of me I feel safe enough to share with the world. It’s not the full reality—it’s just a sliver of my life, sometimes carefully crafted to appear stronger, happier, or even more broken than I truly am.

Behind every fiery word and every raw post, there’s a story. One that’s messy, complicated, and often far from perfect. Social media doesn’t always capture the sleepless nights, the quiet tears, or the heavy battles I’ve fought and continue to fight.

So, if you’ve ever wondered why I post the way I do, here’s your answer: it’s not about creating a perfect image or making you believe I’m always winning. It’s about expressing myself in the way I know how. It’s about sharing pieces of me, hoping that somewhere, someone out there feels a little less alone when they see those posts.

We all have battles. This is just my way of letting you see the surface of mine. And while it may not be the whole truth, it’s a part of it—a part I’m learning to embrace, share, and grow through.

Stay real, stay kind, and always remember: there’s more to a person than what you see online. 💛

House of Brokovich

 Just when I was on the edge of stirring up some Facebook drama, I held back. 🛑 I've realized that I can’t change how people look at me, but I can change myself. People will talk, no matter what. But that’s on them, not me.

I’ve learned something priceless: the HOUSE OF BROKOVICH is my rock. They’re my real ones—the ones who truly know me, who understand I don’t waste my time talking bad about people I barely know. Sure, I know some folks throw shade and use my name for attention, but hey, if you’re offended by my posts, hit that block button. I won’t mind. 🤷‍♂️

On the flip side, I’m grateful for those who are still here, those who’ve seen the real me and stayed. The loud, the crazy, the perfectly imperfect me. I may be hated by a million and loved by only one, but as long as that love is for the real me, that’s more than enough. I don’t open my mouth to make others comfortable—I speak my mind, and that’s how the hate came along. But I’ll take it.

And to those who said they'd be by my side “forever,” only to vanish at the first sign of attitude—remember, you gave up on me. I kept my promise, and you didn’t.

My mom once said, “Love a person by embracing their flaws and treasuring their strengths.” 💖 It’s in the tough times that we see who’s real and who’s just there for the ride. #RideOrDie

Low Maintenance Friendships

You know those friends you don’t talk to for weeks (maybe even months), but when you finally catch up, it’s like nothing changed? 🫶 That’s the magic of low-maintenance friendships. No drama, no pressure—just pure, unconditional connection.

It’s not about texting every day or constantly being in each other’s lives. It’s about knowing that whether it’s a quick meme drop or a heart-to-heart after months, they’re there. 💬❤️

Sometimes life gets crazy, but real friends understand that. Low-maintenance doesn’t mean low effort; it means mutual trust and respect. Whether it’s a 3-minute call or a 3-hour convo, these are the friendships that stand the test of time.

Let’s hear it for the low-maintenance besties! 🥂 Tag them and show some love. 💛

TOTGA

 I’ve always believed that we all have that one person, the one we’ll love for the rest of our lives. For me, that person showed up on December 10, 2011. What started out as a lighthearted joke between us quickly became something bigger, something I never expected… and ultimately, the biggest farce of my life. But in the middle of all that, he made me laugh, made me feel seen, and—more than anything—made me feel alive. There was something about him that drew me in, something I couldn’t resist no matter how hard I tried.

Looking back now, I know his role in my life is over. We’ve lived separate lives for over a decade now. No texts. No calls. It was like we vanished from each other’s worlds. I moved on—dated new people, tried new things, and even thought I was happier than ever. And I was, at least I thought so.

Then last weekend happened. I saw him for the first time in forever. And just like that, every wall I had built around my heart came crashing down. One smile. One look. That’s all it took. There’s something about him that no one else has. Something only he can spark in me. It’s insane how after all this time, with just a glance, he can still leave me feeling weak.

It made me realize something: He is my one true love. That one I’ve always dreamed of, the one I thought I’d left behind. But life has a funny way of reminding you that some things never change. One day, I’ll fully move on. I know that. I’ve been through enough to know I’ll get there… just not today.

But hey, have you ever had that one person who never really leaves your heart? I’d love to hear your story if you’re up for sharing.

Face with Subtitles

 I seriously admire those people who can sit through all the nonsense and still keep their cool. Me, though? The moment I hear any kind of BS, it's like my mouth is itching to call it out. And if I somehow manage to keep quiet, my face will be doing all the talking—with subtitles bold enough for everyone to read.

Addicted Heroin (Thai Version)

(Don’t read there might be spoilers)

 In a world where teenage love can feel all-consuming, Addicted Heroin (Thai version) brings this concept to life through its intense and emotional storytelling. The series delves into the relationship between Hero and Pop, two boys from vastly different backgrounds. Hero, a runaway from a wealthy family, forms an unexpected bond with Pop, a seemingly poor classmate, only to discover that Pop is actually his stepbrother.

What makes their love so addictive? The story portrays love as a force powerful enough to overcome family conflicts and societal expectations. Their connection is likened to heroin—something that consumes them, pulling them closer despite the obstacles that surround them.

Beyond the intense romance, Addicted Heroin explores universal themes like acceptance, personal growth, and the struggles of adolescence. It taps into the heart of what makes first love so intoxicating: the idea that it is boundless, unbreakable, and worth fighting for, no matter the cost.

This show resonates deeply with audiences who understand how love can defy logic and class structures, appealing to anyone who’s ever experienced the thrilling and challenging complexities of young love. If you're looking for a drama that balances romance with real-world struggles, Addicted Heroin will keep you hooked from start to finish.

Just Protecting My Energy

 ✨ PSA: At this point in my life, I’m done with flaky friends. I’m talking about the ones who never show up, always got an excuse, or go MIA whenever it matters. 🙄 I’ve been patient, I’ve been nice, but honestly? I’m over it. I’m not here to chase anyone or beg for loyalty. If you can’t put in the effort, don’t expect to stick around. 🤷‍♂️

I’m choosing my peace over people who don’t respect my time or energy. It’s not about being mean or bitter — it’s about knowing my worth and not settling for less. 🚫 I’m not holding onto dead weight or pretending things are cool when they’re clearly not. Friendship is a two-way street, and if you’re not showing up, then don’t be surprised when I stop making room for you. 🙅‍♀️

I don’t have time for games, fake vibes, or people who only hit me up when it’s convenient for them. If you wanna stay in my life, show up consistently, or keep it moving. It’s all love, but I’m setting boundaries. I’m done pouring from an empty cup.

No hate, no drama — just protecting my energy from now on. So either match my effort or lose access. Simple as that. 💁‍♀️

September Goodbye

 September brings all the feels, doesn’t it? It’s been heavy for me, like a weight on my chest that seems to get heavier with each passing day. I’ve found myself just trying to make it through, counting down the days until it’s finally over, waiting for some kind of relief. What’s strange is, September never promised not to make me cry. It never promised easier days or a smooth path. Instead, it wrapped me in moments that forced me to slow down, to sit with the weight of everything, and to face what I’ve been carrying.

Even though it felt like September would never end, here I am, still standing. I’ve had to pick up the pieces of myself that fell along the way, take a deep breath, and gather all the scattered fragments. And even though I’m still figuring it out, there’s a quiet power in that. There’s a kind of courage in holding on when all I wanted to do was let go.

So here I am, standing at the end of this wild month, waving goodbye to September. Not with bitterness or sadness, but with some newfound strength. September tested me, broke me a little, but it also gave me the chance to rebuild. I made it through, and honestly, that’s something to be proud of. Now, I’m ready to face whatever comes next, with all the pieces I’ve managed to pick up, and hoping the next chapter will be a little lighter. 🌿

Being Diabetic in Your 30’s

This is earlier today. I had 2 cups of ice cream yesterday so…

Alright, here it goes. I’ve been dealing with something for a while now, and honestly, I’ve kept it to myself because I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. But here’s the truth: I’m diabetic. And being young with diabetes? It’s not exactly the easiest thing to admit. At first, I thought I could just power through it, like, “Okay, I’ll just manage, no worries.” But that’s not how it works. 

It’s a constant struggle. Some days, I’ll eat whatever, thinking, “I’ll be fine.” And then, boom—I'm hit with that sick feeling that knocks me off my feet, and I’m like, “Okay, this is serious.” But the next day, I’m back to normal like nothing happened. It’s such a rollercoaster. And to be honest, the hardest part is balancing this reality with the fact that I still just want to live life like everyone else, without overthinking every single thing I eat. It’s exhausting, and sometimes it feels like I’m failing.

But you know what? I’m done hiding it. This is my life now, and I’m learning to accept it. I’ve realized it’s okay to mess up sometimes. It doesn’t mean I’m not trying or that I’m weak—it just means I’m human. So, yeah, I’m diabetic. And even though it’s hard, I’m owning it. I’m figuring it out, step by step, and I’m not going to let it control me anymore.