Five weeks, and I counted. There are more than 1001 words I can use to describe how I feel and 1001 ways I can express it, yet I stayed quiet. I’m numbed by the notion that no words will do my feelings justice. My numbed tongue has inhibited my ability…

“My point is, sometimes the best gifts come in really surprising packages. Everyday, we get to give the gift of life. It can be painful, it can be terrifying but in the end it’s worth it, every time. We all have the opportunity to give. Maybe the gifts are not…

I told myself to give two weeks to just not think of you whilst I figure myself out and the fuck-ups I’ve done to sabotage what’s left between us. Yet, here I am fucking shit up once again. It’s not like I can reach out to you anymore. For months…

I remember your old Medium profile picture. You were wearing a fedora with your checkered shirt and hoodie and rectangular glasses. You looked adorable and I wish I’d saved that picture before you changed it to your current side-profile photo with your roundish glasses and AirPods. …

I’m trying to not use keywords too specific to the institution to avoid being tracked, but “User Interface” is the abbreviation to my university name. I had an interview with Bakti Asa, a BEM [User Interface] programme aimed for student development through training, competitions and scholarships. I’ve always been interested…

I just had a dream about you. I’m going to write this like a memory dump because I can’t afford to lose it before I forget. I hope you’ll read it all the way to the end. We were in my old bedroom at my old house in Muaither, Qatar…

I woke up feeling so disgustingly stupid to the point that I felt like throwing up. Who would’ve thought that could’ve happened simply for thinking that there’s something more than what’s written. This post could’ve been a single tweet but I guess I just wanted to be dramatic. I tend to do that when I’m feeling lost and confused.

My internship placement “required” me to make a LinkedIn and I finally caved in. After putting it off for so long, I finally have my own profile. I’d also be lying if I hadn’t looked forward to it either. I lost Instagram but at least I got LinkedIn. “Hope u…

“You don’t get locked out of someone’s life without having done extensive hurt to them.” — my sister. I realised that, even when it only lasted for a while, you blocking me was significant enough signal for you to give me on how much you want me out of your…