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.

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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!

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Please, please show up the blissful me.