"Why?" I kept asking myself, till date. Why can't reality be not as messed up as what I've always told (lied to) myself? Why can't people see the collateral damage of their own actions? If they have finally seen it,
It goes beyond the fancifully sweet and romantic photos being posted on social media. Of course we all do selective updating of social media, who in the right mind would still be sane (or insane) enough to still post for
I shouldn't be made an option, let alone a second choice. But because I determine my own emotions, I've learnt to not allow others determine whether I should feel elated or sorrowful. Moreover, it's lunar new year, a festive period. More
People whom I followed closely on social media, I feel like I know them on a personal level, just because I stalk their penned down thoughts. I'm nosy, but I genuinely want to know what happened, whose hearts got broken, whose
I guess this is what being the eldest does to me - striving to live up to expectations. Subconsciously or consciously, I always feel the need to set a good example, to be a good role model. Transitioning from the teenage
