This Is Not Fan Fiction.

But first, the sidebar you didn’t ask for.

Yesterday, I realised I was battling a silent addiction.

I sat in the office for a good five minutes before everything started feeling deafeningly louder — the silence, the loneliness, the coldness of the room.

Without noticing, I found myself reaching into my bag for my earphones.

My hands trembled with an urgency that felt almost ridiculous, like a bobblehead bobbing on the dashboard of a lorry hurtling down a rocky road in Western Malaysia.

For a fleeting moment, it genuinely felt as though I couldn’t bear another second without music.

That’s my addiction.

Music. Bet you were waiting for a druggy confession! Hah.

But somewhere along the way, I had definitely forgotten how to sit alone with my own thoughts. That’s not great!

So, here I am now, trying to sit alone with my thoughts (at least until these words get read, haha).

Here’s the not-fan fiction you’ve been waiting for

Someone told me I was trying to gather material to produce fan fiction for my blog.

That seemed like a request.

I need to please my audience, but I simply cannot come up with fan fiction out of nowhere. 

Instead, I come bearing a poem I wrote last July about a totally fictional moment.

I’m no Edgar Allan Poe. Enjoy, though.

July Twenty Twenty-Five

That’s all. Kthxbye!