you've left your mark
This isn't like my usual content, but I feel like it is something I should share.
Today, I was scrolling on tiktok when I saw an edit of The Office, specifically the American version. To most people, it’s just an edit — something you’d like, maybe leave a comment on, then scroll past. But for me, it reminded me of a boy I used to be friends with in grade 9.
I vividly remember him texting me every night about The Office. He would rant about this characters he hated and send me memes I never understood because I hadn’t watched it. He begged me to watch it too, and each time I promised I would. I never did. We drifted apart soon after, and now the only time I see him is when we pass each other at school.
Something about that memory feels intensely bittersweet. Because the truth is: the people around us leave marks on our lives. Their memories sneak into the smallest things. Every time I see a Jellycat, I think of my best friend’s keyring. Every time I see a New York Times magazine, I think of my sister’s collection stacked on her shelf, barely read. Every time I see sour gummy worms, I think of the classmate who always brought them to school camp.
And maybe you don’t realise it, but you’ve left marks too. You matter to someone, even if you don’t always believe it. The quirks that are uniquely you become reminders to others of how special you are. So maybe tonight, I’ll finally start my first episode of The Office.
I am made of all the people I’ve met and all the moments they left behind 🕰️


















