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
Every day is the same. Wake up. Shower. Eat. School. Home. Study. Sleep. Wake up. Shower. Eat. School. Home. Study. Sleep. Wake up— An endless loop. A cycle I can’t break. And when it’s not a school day, I just lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, doing nothing. Existing. Wasting time. It’s exhausting. Nothing ever changes. I cry, I study, I stress over things that won’t matter in t » Continue Reading
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