The scariest part about love now? You can give someone everything real, and they will still chase empty validation from people who don’t even know them.

Ever felt tears sitting heavy in your eyes but refusing to fall? That ache that builds up, but you hold it in so long it becomes part of you. You sit in a room full of friends, even loved ones, and they can’t even see it. The pain is right there, but it’s invisible.

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The exhaustion, the tiredness, the pain. it’s all there. But who do you lean on? Who do you cry to? Nobody. At some point you realise it’s just you. You become your own comfort, your own support, your own soft place to land. It’s lonely, but it makes you unbreakable.

Some of the loudest “I miss you” texts come from people who never appreciated you when you were there.

Not everyone outgrows ego, trauma, or bad programming. That’s why solitude feels safer the older you get.

Life really be switching between ‘I got this’ and ‘what the hell am I doing?’ every 5 minutes.

It’s crazy how life can change in 6 months. Who you talk to, what you love, what hurts you.! it’s never the same.

Nothing feels lonelier than laughing in a group chat while sitting in complete silence in your room.

We say ‘I am fine’ so often it feels like a personality trait at this point.

If we can go from talking about our childhood trauma to arguing about who’s funnier in 2 minutes.!.! yeah, that’s chemistry.

Some nights you scroll for memes, some nights you scroll for meaning.

Being an adult is 50% pretending you are okay and 50% waiting for food delivery.

Fairy tales end at ‘happily ever after.’ Real life starts with who’s willing to hold you down when things get ugly.

The audacity of people who say Goodnight and then send 5 more texts. Like sir, are you sleeping or writing your memoirs?.

If someone can scroll socials but can’t text you back, you are not a priority. Accept it. Adjust accordingly.

Love isn’t lost in the leaving. It’s lost in the small moments, when they stop asking how your day was, when they forget your favorite things, when your silence no longer worries them.

You can love someone deeply and still know they are not safe for your soul.

Once you understand most people love through convenience, not commitment, you stop mistaking attention for care.

It’s not the goodbye that hurts. It’s the thousand little moments after where you still feel them everywhere.

We treat our bodies like failing startups! constant rebranding, brutal optimisation, punishing what won’t scale. Flesh as collateral damage.