Sometimes I wonder how many people I’ve crossed paths with, even for a second, without realizing it. People I never talked to, people who might have changed everything for me. Maybe for the better, maybe for the worse. Life is full of those invisible crossroads, those choices we never even noticed were choices at all.

And when things get heavy, when I feel hollow inside, it still gives me some kind of strange comfort. Even if the inside feels empty, the shell keeps moving forward. My body keeps existing, step after step, carrying whatever’s left of me. And somehow, that’s enough to remind me that I’ve stayed here all this time, even in the darkest moments. Existing is already a choice, even when we don’t realize we’re making it.

Sometimes I see people saying they have no one to talk to, but when you message them, they don’t really try to keep the conversation going. It feels a bit like talking to a wall sometimes 😂😅
Well, I don't blame them. We're all this person sometimes. It can be a lack of energy or just about having a bad day. But it's still funny.

My sleep schedule isn’t broken, it’s just globalized. Somewhere in the world, it’s a perfectly reasonable time to be awake, I’m just… not there. 😪💤

I sometimes feel like we live in a strange era.
Virtue is seen as weakness, loyalty looks outdated, and loving someone forever almost sounds naïve. But to me, love was supposed to be something you build, not something you replace.

If two people chose each other for the right reasons, if they were good to one another, then walking away at the first storm feels like a quiet betrayal. They give up instead of growing through it together.

I know the past wasn’t perfect, far from it, but at least the idea of commitment meant something. You chose someone and you tried to evolve with them, not away from them.

Maybe I’m old-fashioned, but I still believe that if you truly love someone, you don’t treat them as a chapter. You stay, you fight, you grow, both in the similarities and in the differences.

I just don’t understand how “growing apart” became an excuse to stop trying.

It’s strange how easy it is to mean well,
and still be misunderstood. People often hear things that weren’t said.
I guess silence is safer sometimes.
But it’s alright : a hurt puppy doesn’t bite out of malice, it just reacts to what it’s been through. We’ve all been that hurt puppy at some point.
Anyway, that’s life. Now excuse me, I’ve got some food to heal my soul.

When I was in middle school, I had a teacher who truly inspired me. He made me love stories and writing, and for years, I saw him as one of the best people I’d ever met.
Years later, as an adult. I met him again by chance, and we ended up becoming friends, playing tabletop games together. But as I got to know him, I realized he wasn’t who I thought he was, a total creep, always talking about *** and porn.
It really changed something in me. I learned that you should never meet your idols. People aren’t who you imagine they are, and idealizing someone always ends in disappointment.

Books are great, but beautiful books hit even harder : they look amazing on the shelf too.