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!
All the tea, none of the chill 