@TPConfessions

There's this new Twitter account called @TPConfessions, which is basically a platform for students (or anyone, to be more accurate) to submit confessions that are TP-related. They can be about anything - studies, confessions of love, love/hate for lecturers and coursemates, anything under the sun and moon. The best part about all this is that it can all be done anonymously - you just have to submit your confession to the link provided and viola, up it goes to the Twitter account to be shared.

Most of the time, these confessions are either confessions of love, like someone confessing his/her love for a cute Year1/2/3 student, a GL, a student from another school, a student from one of the various CCAs etc. Other times, they're about really distasteful stuff like people confessing they had sex in the school library or masturbated in some area in school or anything. I'm not freaking out over those or anything, but I think they're disgusting and distasteful, and honestly now, a person's sex life has got to suck some major balls if they think posting about it is gonna be fun or cool. Really now.

But once in a while, you come across some nice tweets... And other times, it's your friends who come across them for you.


I didn't even know about this until Ain and Russell tweeted me. They were like OH MY GOD NAT YOU HAVE A SECRET ADMIRER OMGGGGGGG. And quite honestly I was shocked! It's not like I'd been expecting to have someone think I'm pretty or anything. I'm the last person I'd have expected this to happen to. I mean, just look at me. Yeesh.

But then reading this... I have to admit that yes, it might actually be me. Unless there's a Year 1 or 3 walking about who also dresses in black all the time and also has a Hogwarts hoodie, then it's definitely them. And even if this tweet were really for me... What are the chances that it could actually be about me? No one can confirm anything except for the person who sent the confession, and because it's an anonymous thing there's no way I'll know who this mysterious person unless he/she 'fesses up. And even then, my mind is whispering that this could just be a cruel joke being played on me. This could just be someone I know who tweeted this, wanting to see what my reaction could be like. And I'm so afraid that this isn't real, that I'm being played somehow. I'm just so afraid.

I'll be in school on Thursday (Valentine's Day) for class and drama sesh, so... I'm not expecting a Valentine or anything, but I do hope that whoever sent that confession will find me and tell me that hey, he/she's the one who sent it.

Because I want to be able to know that someone actually wanted me to be his/her Valentine. I want to be able to hug this person and thank them for making me smile for a bit, thinking that I was someone worth noticing, that someone actually looked at me and went, "Wow, she's really pretty", that someone actually kept an eye out for me a few times and noticed the Hogwarts hoodie, noticed that I always wear black, and remembered it. That someone looked at me, and thought that I was about as pretty as the other girls in CMM. That someone didn't think I was some ugly loser.

I want to meet this person this Thursday, give this person a hug and thank him/her.
So whoever you are, come look for me, okay?

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