squeezing in

I've been meaning to write something interesting, but  just couldn't. i deliberately want to be creative or something, but sometimes it feels like these things seem unnecessary or pointless. Maybe i need to be jotting all plans in my head and cross out those that are nuisance.


On another matter, there is this power that social media hold dragging us to feel belittled, envious, or sometimes antisocial knowing about the achievements or activities our "so-called" friends have. i don't know, maybe it's just me. if in real life i hear your story, it may be different. gah!


Please, please show up the blissful me.