It’s so stupid how much I care about her. Like, she’s just my best friend, right? That’s the line. That’s what I’m supposed to be content with. But then I spiral—am I even her best anything? Or am I just a placeholder, someone she hangs around with until someone else shows up? I hate how every little thing she does feels so damn significant to me. The way she laughs, the way she says my name, even... » Continue Reading
You don’t walk into a room, you arrive. Like the air itself decided to rearrange for you, to bend the light softer, to hush the noise into something bearable. I watch you laugh— not the polite laugh, but the one where your whole body folds in on itself, shoulders curling, hands hiding your face, like joy was too much to hold all at once. God, I want to frame that moment, hang it in every corner o » Continue Reading
lmao I just got codm last night and I've just been playing randomly, usually battle royale..and..that's literally all I've been playing..I don't know what else to play..everything..seems hard. AND WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE ACRONYMS BRO WATDAFLIPPITYFLIP also how the heck do I get a cuter character because this army ahh warzone dude isn't my top choice 😢 and the girl looks slightly boring 😢 » Continue Reading
There’s this ache that sits in your chest when you realize you’ve started begging—begging someone to stay, begging them to keep choosing you. It’s humiliating, yeah, but worse than that, it’s terrifying. Because it’s not just “don’t leave me tonight,” it’s “please still be here tomorrow.” Please still be here with your body, with your laugh, with your spark—the one that once burned so bright it fe... » Continue Reading
You ever catch yourself stuck in this weird limbo? Like—you know deep in your chest it’s not love. Not the soul-crushing, world-shifting, heart-breaking kind. Not the kind that makes you believe in forever. But still… you almost wish it was. Instead, it’s admiration. Lust. Curiosity. Maybe just boredom dressed up in skin and conversation. Something to pass the time, something to fill the gaps when... » Continue Reading
so i wasn’t imagining it. that’s what stings the most. you really did say “i love you.” you really did call me those soft little names, the kind that stick in your chest long after the notifications fade. you really did take care of me like i was precious, like i actually mattered in a way not everyone gets to matter. and for a while, i thought that meant we were… something. not friends, not lover... » Continue Reading
It’s not even midnight. It’s barely late at all. But somehow, tonight feels emptier than usual. I catch myself wishing I still had someone to stay up with. Someone to send me those “go to sleep” texts I used to pretend to ignore but secretly loved obeying. It sounds silly—needing permission to rest, needing that little push—but it felt nice. It felt like being cared for. Now, it’s just me. Me star... » Continue Reading
Healing isn’t something that happens all at once. It’s not like waking up one morning and suddenly feeling “better.” It’s slower, quieter, and sometimes frustrating. It’s dragging yourself out of bed even when your chest feels heavy. It’s washing the dishes that piled up when your mind couldn’t keep up. It’s answering one message, even if you left ten unread. Sometimes, we put pressure on ourselve... » Continue Reading
Everywhere you look now—on social media, in classrooms, in offices—artificial intelligence seems to be taking over. AI writes poems, designs art, makes music, and even creates entire stories in seconds. What once took humans days, months, or even years to craft, machines can now replicate in a matter of clicks. And with that speed and efficiency, a question lingers in the back of many of our minds... » Continue Reading
Lately, I’ve been feeling like I’m standing still while the rest of the world moves forward. It’s as if I’m stuck in one place, watching time pass but never really making progress. Everyone else seems to have a direction—chasing dreams, setting goals, moving towards something—but I feel like I’m just existing, without the motivation to push myself forward. I don’t know where I’m going, and that un... » Continue Reading
She keeps flaunting their relationship in front of me, like she knows I haven’t fully moved on. Maybe I haven’t, not completely—but I’m close enough to not caring that it’s just… annoying now. And yet, I can’t help but wonder—why? Why is she trying so hard to get a reaction out of me? Why does it matter to her that I » Continue Reading
I feel the acid burn as it trails down my cheek, tracing paths of silent sorrow in the dim glow of my empty room. The darkness stretches around me, vast and unyielding, pressing in from all sides. It’s too quiet—so quiet that the silence itself feels deafening, amplifying every thought, every whisper of doubt that festers in my mind. Loneliness wraps itself around me like an old companion, familia... » Continue Reading