(Just Life with Ngoc): Episode 12 - Hugs are Awesome!

Ayaaaa readers!

Oh gosh. This link shall send you to a video of just my voice... preaching about hugs through a short story. If that sounds misleading, it isn't. (I mean, it's summer. You've got zilch to do ey? So why not click on the link anyways? :D)

https://youtu.be/sLcSKj7o68s

Your girl,
Ngoc <3

(Just Life with Ngoc): Episode 11 - Sweet Georgia the CPR Mannequin

Hello ye kindred spirits,

https://youtu.be/g-kOmJXG7GE

Today's episode will be a podcast-like thing. This link will send you to a 10 minute audio video for you to listen to! Enjoy! (This is all new to me.) x'D 

(Just Life with Ngoc): Episode 10 - Tarte Aux Pommes

Dear readers,

Heya, how are ya? It's been a long week with few updates eh? But I DID update this past Thursday - Episode 9, and if you missed THAT rare meme-full episode, I don't know what else to tell you. You missed out. You missed out on my meme queen skills. SHAME. ON. YOU.

And guess what? It's episode 10!!!!!!!!!! LIKE, WOW. I never thought this day would come. I just wrote so much that it didn't feel like a chore. It felt like... MAGIC.

Let's make some magic today shall we? Today's episode will feature exactly that: magic. And the warmth it leaves behind.

First off, let me just say that magic itself is a magical word. It has many connotations. It brings many good, freaking good feelings. And that's fantastic. Well. Here's a secret.  Magic DID happen to me in the form of friendship people. FRIENDSHIP. Le magic of friendship. It happened yesterday. It felt like flying, like you didn't want it to stop. (I sound like a friendless hobo at this point. I'm sorry.) I was at a friend's house. Making yet another cheesy French project. In a cute little cozy room with an equally cozy bed (to lie back and talk duh). The company of two others. Two great people. The way that nice kitchen gleamed with all the ingredients laid out upon it and the utensils powdered in flour. The way that we all talked, unafraid, letting go. No fear to stop us now. No walls to remind us that someone unwanted was listening in. We were just as we were. Three teenagers, baking an apple pie for a french project. Our last French project. I want more French projects. I do. I really do. I want a million French projects to have an excuse to come back to that house, and be just as we were. Three teenagers. Three of us. I think I just cried a little. I think I just cried. Lord. Because, because I have this sinking feeling like that was the last time, the last time I'll experience something like that again. Because there are no french projects to have an excuse to come back. No more French projects... Um... I... I sound like a total hippy. Like a person who's never experienced real friendship before or something, and perhaps that's true. Perhaps that's the truest thing I've ever said in my life, but when it... when it feels so natural, like a perfect fit among people like that, I can't hold back. I want to live like that forever. Why CAN'T I live like that forever? I don't know. I'm just a girl. I don't know. But I DO know that, I... I want to live like that forever.

Okay, update. A FREAKING TEAR JUST FELL. I NEVER THOUGHT THIS POST WOULD BE SO SERIOUS. I'M SO SORRY. FORGIVE MY SOUL. YOU CAN STOP HERE IF YOU WANT. IT'S FINE.

Three teenagers laughing. Cooking. Filming. Talking. Gossiping. Different walks of life. Different stories yet so similar. So similar. It was just... so warm to be in that moment. To be in that little kitchen. My heart. I've never yearned whilst crying for something before. But I am now. AND I WANT TO RETURN TO THAT MOMENT ALL OVER AGAIN. I DO. I WANT TO BE THERE. SOMEONE WITH MAGIC CAN GO AHEAD AND CAGE ME IN THAT ROOM WITH THOSE TWO OTHERS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE AND I'D BE FINE. I'D BE HAPPY. It just felt so natural to be together. I still feel this warmth. My heart, it's still warm. Have you ever felt something like that before? Where at the thought of a moment, any moment, made your heart warm? Warm from remembering a specific happiness? I know I'm being overdramatic about this. I really am. But... sometimes, being overdramatic about an experience is doing that moment justice. And justice is exactly what that special moment needs. Because maybe it might seem over dramatic to you, my little grasshopper readers, but it wasn't to me. Remember, it's "just life with Ngoc?" x'D And this is through my eyes. This is life, through Ngoc's eyes. And... she saw amazing things that Friday night. The night where so many were Asian banqueting. A Friday night that Katy Perry already wrote a song for except without the implied sex or drinking minors. An evening of cooking and connection. I saw so many strings that tied me to the others. So many strings. Many wonderful strings.

Perhaps to the two others, the two great people I spent that evening with, cooking food for a French project was probably no big deal. It was probably just some good fun. Something that can be looked back fondly and forgotten as time went on or they experience it so often that they're unfazed about the whole experience. I have no idea. But perhaps... perhaps they too felt the exact things I did. Perhaps I'm not only telling MY version, but I'm telling THEIR version too. But that's a maybe. And if you're reading this, my two good friends, I loved every moment of it. I've practically been a sore loner AND loser all my life. Caged by my own parents and blind to the wonders of life that at just the littlest things, I freak. When you've been locked for practically all your life, you will become blinded by the wondrous light called friendship and heart rates and warmth and cooking apple pies that had hands in them. Literally.

*sigh*

Magic. All of that evening, that Friday evening. It was magic. And, I shall remember it forever. Because if I'm crying right now. If my heart aches. IF my heart yearns for that again. IF I want it so badly that I'd try to blackmail my friend to inviting us over again (I haven't, but I probably should.). If... I... If my heart is burning and yearning and wishing for that once more. Then I must be missing them. This is what it means and feels to miss something for the first time in my life. I'm missing. I'm missing the whole darn experience, the people, the warmth, that moment. I miss it. I miss it so bad, and there are just no words. No words to explain. Yet here I am before you all... -_-

LORD. THAT EVENING WAS SO FUN. I WANT THAT AGAIN. THAT'S IT. THAT'S ALL I WANTED TO SAY BUT FOR SOME ODD REASON, I WAS ABLE TO WRITE AN ANALYTICAL ESSAY FROM JUST ONE SIMPLE IDEA. WOW. I AM AMAZING. AND I NEED HELP.

AND OH MY GOD. I AM SUCH A DRAMA QUEEN. TOO LATE. TOO BAD. My Mom just laughed at me for crying about friendship. And it's Mother's Day. Wow. How ironic. How dearly ironic. (You're welcome, Mom.)

Well, happy Mother's Day everyone!

This was Ngoc reporting on how it feels like to miss something. The perks of being a teenager. x'DDD


Your girl,
Drama Queen Ngoc who feels the warmth, who feels the love

(jUST lIFE WITH nGOC): ePISODE 9: iT's oVER. eXAMS aRE oVER.

*huff huff huff puff puff huff*

AP EXAMSSSSSS. GLAD THAT GODFORSAKEN PRACTICE IS OVER WITH. WHEW.

LET'S JUST TAKE A MOMENT TO BREATHE FOR A BIT. CUZ, MY GOD, THAT'S OVER.

267 days ago?? We've been swimming in the deep end for far too long. We jumped in the beginning thinking it'll be inspirational, interesting, and perhaps, FUN, until we realized we shouldn't and couldn't stop, because there was no way of getting out of that pool. There were no side ladders to get out. And we were all so drained, we couldn't even lift ourselves out of it either. (Christen and Penny gave us a few "floaties" on the way, and I can bravely say that I've barely lived this whole year with or sans floaties.) But here I am. Here you are. Look, can I just meme through the rest of this post? I can't write anything too serious for fear of breaking into a million little uneven bloody pieces. Here we go.

Here was my life all throughout this week...

...

How I studied for exams, honestly.



Best wishes... Best wishes... (Pretend Chemistry is World History)


What you tell yourself before the exam...


DAY OF TEST.








At the writing portion of the test...


Your feelings during test...


(My Dad when I explain to him what AP testing is... x'D)



After le test...







When you get home..




BUT GUESS WHAT? WE'VE GONE THROUGH HELL AND BACK FOR THE GOOD STUFF AFTER. IT'S LIKE EATING THE CRUST AND THEN GETTING TO THE CENTER OF THE BREAD. <3 WE STILL HAVE SOMETHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO.... THE FUTURE.........




This man says this best. It practically sums up our lives. x'D


BUT GUESS WHAT MY DAD WOULD SAY??... *sigh*


But ayhyyy, you and I get to be on the receiving end of this one day... In approximately 2 weeks!! :D


Or BOY. I'm not sexist here. :P



Your girl,
Ngoc the Meme Queen

P.S. Memes are da bombbbb. Real posts coming soon about life after two more weeks of finals. Don't worry! <3 Next update for episode 10 will be Saturday evening 5/13, okay? <3 2 days from nowwwww.. WOOOOTTTT

HOPED YOU LIKE DEM DANK MEMES.

(Just Life with Ngoc): Episode 8 - Your Beating Heart

Hello humans.

This episode will LITERALLY, like, LITERALLY be about our hearts. The physical ones in our chests. No, this episode won't be about romantics. But perhaps... it can be about love, just, in another way. It's going to be a short one! So... no need to get comfy. ^_^ Let's dive right in. I warn you though. This one's going to be a meh, post. -_-

Sad story short...

I’ve been sick for the last three days, constantly coughing. Like, every time I cough, especially towards the end of today, my throat would exponentially hurt more. It would hurt so much that I’d have to place my hand over my collarbone, as if it were fragile and it’d break into a bunch of messed up pieces if I didn’t hold it together. And as I did that, I can feel my pulse, right there between my collarbones. There was a pulse and it was there. Beating and constant. I guess, it just occurred to me that I have a beating heart. Sure, I mean, don’t we all? We all know that we have a heart and everything. But do we REALLY know? Gosh, that probably sounds absurd. Okay. Let me show you then in the hopes that you'll probably come to the same type of enlightenment.

Do as I say. Press two of your fingers against that hollow space between your collar bones. And hold it there for 5 seconds. (pauseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee)

Okay, good. Now you see? Do you see how your heart, has never stopped beating? Not once so far, in your life? It's basically one of the most vital organs in your body, perhaps the first one you ever learned about in school. It does the service of keeping you alive. Of keeping you here. When you’re sleeping, when you’re staying up, when you’re exercising, reading, every day, every hour minute second, it’s always been there. Like, I JUST realized that, and if you’re like me, you probably did too. ^_^

You know what that means? I mean, sure, you’ve probably grasped this by now, but that beating heart you have? That’s always going to beat until the end of your days. Throughout your entire mortal life, that thing will beat. While the world around you holds no promise, your heart does, (well, except if you have like Type 2 Diabetes or cardiovascular disease, your heart holds no promise, but it’s beating now isn’t it?). And as you’re reading this episode. This nonsensical episode, your heart is inside you, drumming on in a rhythm.

You finally see what I mean now? (Hopefully) you do. Great!

This is absolutely subjective, but an aspect to living happily means to embrace what you already have and realize that you are grateful for it. And in this scenario, it can be as simple as that beating heart of yours. 

Alright. Bear with me now. So by understanding and seeing exactly what you have in front of you, already on your table, on your plate… you recognize that living is experiencing life with what you already have, not with what you do not have. You can’t ride a bike without having or borrowing one. You can’t play cards when you don’t have any to begin with. And for things that you do not have. Things that would undoubtedly make you indefinitely happy until the end of your days (because it better), I encourage you to go out there and get them. So that they can be a part of your life.

So that you can ride a bike because you already have (or borrowed) (or stolen) one. (Depends on the situation. ^_^)

Isn’t it kind of cool that every one of us has things or people that help take care of us or make our lives a lot easier? That have been around without our realizing it? In my case, it was realizing that I had a freaking heart, something so crucial and yet so often overlooked.

And I hope the same goes for you. I hope you realize that there are many upon many things like the blood in your body or that nice toilet you have and people like your parents or your bus driver that make your life your life, that make life more colorful, have more meaning, have more love. More of everything.

So put out some time today. Give yourself one minute. Just ONE freaking minute to stop and think about the people and the things that you appreciate. Do that and thank me later. You’ll feel a lot fuller because of it. You’ll feel satisfied. And perhaps just that alone, the act of self-reflection in that one minute, can quench your thirst for more and more when you already have all that you want right here and right now. In this moment.

This was Ngoc Nguyen reporting about the situation of hearts and cardiovascular disease and their effects on a person’s relative amount of life satisfaction. Good day, people. J

Your Girl with the beating heart,

Bloody Amazing Ngoc

P.S. I just realized something. The number of views for my love life episode was double that of all my other episodes. Haha, wow. You guys are more interested in my love life than what I have to say about 2 spices and parmesan, priorities, and what other nonsense I have here on my Blog. You guys just LOVE that stuff don't you? x'D Sadly, my love life shan't advance. It probably stops here actually, but don't feel bad! We've got college too. Don't worry!  ^_^ *fingers crossed* 

(Just Life with Ngoc): Episode 7.5 - Total Nonsense: Episode 7's After Party WITH SABA

Dear readers, you!

You guys are in for a treat this week. While this post may lack any real drama and boy talk, we are still talking about relationships. So I stop here. The rest of the post will be a combination of our voices. Her name? Saba. (not her real name, remaining anon.)  

Saba’s long rant *sigh*: Honestly I only have ½ of a relationship to share and even then that was a cringe middle school memory. Lesson learned: DON'T GET INVOLVED WITH PEOPLE THAT HAVE 23787823 EX-GIRLFRIENDS. If this person knows who he is and is reading this (N: don’t worry, he isn’t. My blog is THAT bad.) , you were(n't) bad. I mean, I probably did have mutual feelings?? (I’m capable of emotions????what???? ) Anyway an explanation for him: I think I’ve recently found out I’m demisexual (meaning it’s hard for me to feel emotional attachments, romantically)

N: My lord, we’re already in like, a quarter into this and I’ve realized all of this is entirely about drama and boy talk and sending messages to our "ex-lovers" via blog for the just in case situation. x'D I’ve basically lied to everybody in that intro paragraph. Consider this the first time I’ve ever lied to ye faithful readers. BUT WHAT HAPPENED TO BEING LESBIANS SABA? WEREN’T WE A THINGGGGG?!!?

S: Sorry Ngoc, I don't see you in that way.

N: TOO BAD. :( You're missing out honey.

S: & Second lesson learned: Stop worrying too much about relationships. Like we’re all a bunch of stupid teenagers. Lol.

@Ngoc - even if that guy did say he liked you back, then what? Nothing really would have happened, right?

N: @Saba - yes ma’am. I would’ve ran away either way. But Saba, you’ve got booty. You don’t need to run away.

S: Girl the guy I mentioned above confessed to me and gave me a rose and I just looked at him LOL.

N: OH MY GOD. FOR REAL!? DAYUM. I was basically in his place. x’DDD Sans rose. GOTTA GO NOW. GOTTA GO CHANGE OUT OF PE CLOTHES.

S: Wow this makes me realize how crappy a person I am…..

N: You aren’t. If anything, explain to the audience why the hell you and him weren’t a thing. This is the public domain. Might as well have a sexy reason why you said “Naw.”

Continual of Saba’s (sexy) rant: LOL. Because a friend of mine liked him. But tbh that wasn’t the only reason. I kinda forgot.  

But let's talk about the real issue here:

Worrying about the future. Honestly I worry too much. Personal goal for junior year: live a little. Like I would enjoy going out with my friends once a week.

Here's my bucket list for the summer

• Get my drivers license #1
• Get that summer body *wink wank wonk*
• Lmao that not happening

Ok idk where this is going

Most importantly probably raise my self esteem bc my algebra 2 teacher is not doing that for me. He HIGHkey has kim jong un’s hair cut.

N: That man. Smh.

S: MY MIND IS EVERYWHERE LOL

PEACE OUT

SABA

N: And that was Saba for you. (But honest to god. If Saba were a dude though, if she were a dude, I WOULD HAVE SANG HER SONNETS IN THE MOONLIGHT AND ADVANCED ON HER LIKE A KITTY. BUT NOOOOOO. She just HAD to be born a female child.) x’D Well, I guess this episode was probably for me to have a fun conversation with Saba here, but ayyy, I hope you guys enjoyed something frivolous and perhaps borderline easy going here after that sad and overly dramatic episode 7. I really am sorry for being so… serious for that episode but, it was late. Who am I to be blamed, eh? Anyways, I guess this conversation, if you’ve grasped anything, serves to show one of two things. Girls are crazy at this age, the age of hormonal disruption. And second, vent all that you are with a good friend sometime. It's really fun. It's just really fun to look back and laugh at yourself with someone that's close to you. Someone you trust. x'D I mean, you've witnessed THIS much, am I right? Why not vent all out, like a... like an... air conditioner.

*insert that drum noise where a bad joke was made*

PEACE OUT

NGOC + SABA


P.S. All three episodes have been back to back for some odd reason. I guess, tons of good stuff to write have just poured in, ending with THIS episode. Don't worry. No more lovey dovey stuff from inexperienced moi in the future if I can stop myself. Future episodes will be focused on advice and real life. And with that said, we are now back on schedule, with a new episode every two to three days or perhaps consecutively if I can't help myself.

Do expect an episode this FRIDAY! Stay tuned my little chickens...

(Just Life with Ngoc): Episode 7 - My Love Life and Prasha's Wise Words

Hey y'all!

It's your girl Ngoc with a weird episode this week. This one's going to be super super personal because it's... just life except this time, it's mine. My freaking life. And I feel the need to write about it. You'll see... The few people that are able to relate to this episode will be surprised I have any insight into this at all. Haha, but I do. *DUN DUN DUNNN*

So the title has you bugged... what were Prasha's Wise Words?

Okay, I'll try to condense this story as much as I can. And you're going to laugh at me. You're going to think, "Wow, Ngoc. You did WHAT?" But if you've been following these episodes at all, you probably saw a pattern. A sick pattern son.

Keep in mind though, there is a reason that I'm exposing so much of myself via Blogger. You'll see. Now get comfy. This one is also going to be a long donkey one. Perhaps the longest post in Ngoc history here. (I insist, GET COMFY)....

Once upon a two months ago, I did something absolutely stupid and spontaneous or absolutely courageous. I still can't tell which from which. I'm hoping it's on the side of courageous here. -_- Anyways, I confessed to this guy. (And if you, yes, you, happen to be "the guy" I'm talking about. I have no idea if you follow this crappy and messed-up blog, but if you do and you happen to be reading this, give me a thumbs up or some type of sign that you read this post at all and let's have a conversation sometime about perhaps, being friends. And I'm sorry that it had to be you, son. I really am.) Lord. THAT was something out of a Korean drama. Okay, moving on. I confessed to this guy in the least romantic way possible. Over text. LIKE WHAT THE FREAKS. And not only that, I thought it was okay to confess to someone I barely knew. We only had a one and a half hour conversation whilst projecting that evening, but it was LIT. It was one of those conversations that you just had a hell lot of fun from, with no bad memories. And mind you, but it had been a bloody long time, like, a whole year, since I've done anything bordering "fun" or maintained such a carefree conversation like the one I had with said-guy. (Tips to the guys here. This is one way to get the girl. x'DDD) Hence, with my heart stolen by a one and a half hour freaking conversation, I did what any girl in her sleepiest and least logical state of mind would do on the weekend of the very same week...

... She did it. She confessed....

But let me defend myself! I've been watching Korean dramas for years, and this was like the first time in my life that I've done anything close to that stupid word, "romantic." I honestly just wanted to try it out. See how it felt to confess. If anything was different. If I got wiser or more logical or more experienced. Being a teenager and all, I just wanted to explore and try things out and be... WISER. BUT APPARENTLY NOT. Haha, no, I wasn't looking for a relationship. It was just to try, honey buns. Not all confessions are in the name of relationships, people. But goddamn it. Had I not done that, perhaps I would have been able to be friends with the cool guy. That short little confession thingy on my phone ruined all prospects of that and my dodging from the guy didn't help either, literally running away sometimes. My lord. Ngoc, you pathetic little soul. Yes, yes I am. *sigh*



And you know what I thought at the time? "Oh, so I just confessed to him. I'll be over him in a jiffy. Watch meh." Apparently, that wasn't true either. For some odd reason, by confessing to him, I made it harder on myself to get over him. I created extra connections, extra invisible strings that didn't need to be there but were. Frankly, I just made things awkward, when it didn't have to be. Awkwardness was never my intention, it was an unexpected result. Not only that, but I was just, so self-conscious all the time, more aware, more awake whenever he was around. That happened for a while. And it sucked. It really did. Looking back, the last two months of my life would have been a lot easier if I hadn't done what I did. *sigh* And what irked me most was how much that confession got to me. Like, it dug deep. Like, if we're being honest here, I was probably the only one who even cared about any of this, sometimes even staying up later than I should, while he probably didn't have to do that, because well, no one stays up for Ngoc around here. The perks of young crushes! The perks of young hearts! Oh, ye beating heart! x'D Truth be told, I literally shivered every time in self-disgust when I remembered that moment. The moment that I wished never happened. -_-

But the thing is Ngoc, you DID do what you did. You can't change that. You can't change the past. But you can, you so freaking can, change the freaking future. Learn from your mistakes. (At least I made this mistake early and fresh and NOW rather than later in life when I'm like, 27 and have some big shot degree while my parents are pestering me to marry fast and quick in case I exponentially get old. x'D) Such a simple idea am I right? It took Prasha, a friend of mine, who simply went by and checked on me to see if I was okay via Google Hangouts for me to finally get the concept. Haha, the kid seemed genuinely worried about me and after a good long conversation with him, discussing all that we ever knew about liking a person in the short time we call "teenage years," he helped me come to that conclusion. The past is gone and done. The present and future, you can change. So change.

Well, people, I've let go. (Prasha. You've helped me let go. Thanks for coming by and being such a great friend. I feel like we'll have more episodes inspired by you, son.) Yes, I have. It feels liberating. And this idea of letting go, doesn't have to pertain to just a boy here. It applies to everything in your life. I mean, look around you. What do you see? What do you need? What do you already have that you absolutely love? And is there something you have, a connection to anyone or anything that seems to be holding you back? Like, honest to god, messing with you and holding you back. If there is, take my advice, yes, MY advice and let it go. Do it. If such a connection is hurting you in the first place, there's no need to keep it at all. So let it go. Just do it. And definitely be mentally prepared for that day, the day that you'll have to do it. Letting go of things that have been around for a while is definitely not an easy task, so mentally prepare in any way that you can. Trust me on that one too. Haha. For real though, trust me.

And so today, I stand before you. Newly made and whole and more awake, for different reasons this time. I FEEL GOOD.

So what was the reason that I even dared to share this much of my LIFE to the public domain?

As the same friend helped me realize, sometimes by saying something out loud or putting them out there, it will be true. It will be more real. More tangible. So if I put it out there that I've let go, then I've let go, for real.

But most importantly, and no one says this better than Tim O'Brien, "I realize it is as [Ngoc] trying to save [Ngoc]'s life with a story." And guess what? Cheesy ending, but she did!

*DUN DUN DUNNNN*

(I'VE JUST REALIZED HOW SERIOUS THIS ENTIRE POST WAS. FORGIVE MY SOUL. IT WAS LATE. I WRITE TOO MUCH WHEN IT'S LATE.)

Your favorite girl,
Ngoc with all her dark secrets out and about

P.S. Haha, Prasha, you never thought you'd be part of a title, but you are son. I made you Blogger famous. You deserve it. You totally deserve it.

P.P.S. Gosh, um, episode 7 already! As for updates, I'll try to get a new post every two to three days. Starting from today. Wish me luck as final exams loooommmmm. O_O

P.P.P.S. And if you are "the guy," do understand that while I truly do regret my confessing to you, I'm glad, and this sounds like I lost my virginity or something, but I'm definitely glad that it was you. At least, in my least logical state of mind, a bit of logical me was logical enough to see who did and who didn't deserve a confession de moi. Don't worry. I've never once hated you. Haha. And hopefully, this will be the last post I'll ever write about you, with good reason of course. And if you really have read this post, the last thing I'll say is this; thank you, for everything. I've learned a lot. Truly, thank you.

(Note to the reader: I am open to free consultations if a faithful reader of mine needs it. Feel free. Just comment below, I've got your back. HAHA. NO WAY. SORRY. I CAN'T. I CAN NEVER GIVE CONSULTATIONS. :P :P Like, for real, I CAN NOT give one on one help. But still do feel free to utilize any of my tips so far for easier days!)

The situations and events described in this episode are all true and results of said situations and events are only pertained to the author. Perhaps different results can occur after confessions depending on the person confessing and their unique circumstances. :) <3