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confession #103

Nanu might be leaving for America on the second week of February. I nearly did a victory dance! I am a selfish grand-daughter...*chuckles*. I simply can't just let her be a part of my every day post.  Let's talk on a very different subject.

I feel so lonely these days. My friends are super busy with studies and all. Api had deserted me. And trust me, my mom isn't the right person to talk to. She screams the hell outta me. And nanu- okay.  the previous post I made it pretty clear how I feel about her. My brother literally is a non-existent, buried in his computer programming skills. And my dad is very motivational, my favorite person to talk to when I die in boredom but let's be honest -I need a galpal.

So most of my time are spent on stalking people on internet. I don't actually stalk, I simply investigate. And it's super fun. I almost have known the lives of these people, sometimes I feel like I know them from heart to heart. You know not in just photos or videos or status, I feel like I know them in person.But they are completely unaware of my stalking tendencies. That's the fun part. I don't leave any kind of sign, I don't comment, I don't give away anything that could hold the thought that I stalk them. OMG Thank god it's just internet. But I think it's an amazing gift I have it in here. someone should hire me as their spy.SWAG.









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