a confession
i can’t deny that there’s something really thrilling about being a hijabi. someone people assume is innocent and modest in every sense, all while carrying dirty desires that completely contradict that image. surely i’ve never done anything in real life, never even dated. yet with university approaching, i keep wondering what happens when years of restraint finally meet freedom. part of me wonders whether i’ll finally let loose, and become the version of myself i’ve kept buried for so long. what are the chances of a malay muslim girl raised properly all her life finally gets freedom and loses herself in everything she spent years resisting?
anyway, i don’t know why i decided to post this. consider this your sign to hmu if you want to talk hehe. :p