Dear Diary, He never said it out loud. He didn’t need to. His silence was loud enough to echo in every corner of my heart— But still, I stayed listening for words that were never coming. Because sometimes, we hold on to almost so tightly, We forget that silence is…

Dear Diary, There’s something I’ve been carrying in my chest for far too long. A quiet ache. A soft but constant pull. Not from heartbreak—but from the weight of being almost loved. From being kept close enough to be needed, but never close enough to be truly chosen. And I’ve…

To the girl who gave her all too soon. The one who jumped without checking how deep the water was first. The one who’s now sitting alone wondering where exactly she went wrong. I see you. You loved with your eyes closed and your heart wide open. You weren’t calculating…