During the first few months of my moving into the studio, there were countless moments where I would crawl on the floor, bawling my eyes out listening to “Drivers License” by Olivia Rodrigo. Loneliness was inevitable after a breakup. I was fucking miserable.
Letter To Past and Future Me
Dear 20-year-old Chou and 30-year-old Chou, glad to see we all sitting here, having yet another identity crisis together. Anxiety sure as hell doesn’t go away when you reach a certain age. But I’m glad we’ve got each other’s back.
What 30 Days on Tinder Taught Me About Self-Love and Humanity
30 days, 60 matches, 5 dates, and a passionate kiss after 4 hours of just talks. You're gonna have a lot of fun. Trust me.