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.