Dear Buboy, I never expected that we would end this way. I thought there would be another reason for us to break apart. I still remember the way you looked at me on our first date, and how shy I was around you. The look in your eyes was full of love—it made me feel like loving was worth it.

You never failed to make me smile during those past months. One of my favorite moments with you was during the entrance exam day. We weren’t on the same schedule—you were earlier than me—but you still insisted we should go home together because you knew I didn’t know how to commute.

You waited for me for three hours, and when we finally saw each other, I remember how we both sighed in relief. You came to me with open arms, and I did the same. After a long, tiring day, we ate together, and you even took the longer route home so we could spend more time together, since we barely saw each other.

That was the best day I had this year. I’ll never forget how you’d cling to me every time we met. But now, all those memories will just remain as memories. You made your choice, and even though I waited for you, it’s impossible now.

I loved you, Clark. Even in the shortest time, you made me the happiest. I’ll never forget what we had. From now on, I’ll focus on myself and love myself more. Thank you, Clark, for being there when I was at my lowest.

I wish you all the best. Good luck with your college life, and I hope life treats you kindly and keeps you happy.

🅾 @cadrielbeurryy_

I feel like a real hypocrite nowadays, but for some reason I would still decline those thoughts away telling myself I'm just overthinking. I hate it when they're talk to someone else, but when I talk with someone else and they confront me about it I just tell

them they're being dramatic. I always feel guilty every single time, but at the same time I don't want to blame myself because of my past. Maybe I'll finally gather up the courage and finally stop being a hypocrite, or maybe not. I just want this stupid cycle to stop

already, blaming them then being guilty after. Because of my stupid actions they would sometimes avoid me, or rather always. If I ever get the chance to go back to the past and correct my wrong doings, I'll make sure I won't ever blame them anymore.

【ꚠ】@wuloboo

When the day we were still together, I wished that I'll have you forever— but, my mind says otherwise, I don't know what was happening to me. Why and how am I like this, in that time. I wish I treated you much more, I was a fucking red flag.

Complaining with small matters not knowing I was hurting you. I’m sorry "L", I still can't forget the times when we were going, me accompanying you out just to have a data.

Our late night talks in the gate of my house, and also the time when you were in my house to sleepover. Our sneaky times in every dawn.

Dear J, you're really cute. If my parents let me have a boyfriend, I would immediately start dating you. I love your tired eyes, and that moment where I looked at you and you quickly walked away. I'm really glad my ex-crush recommended you to me.

【ꚠ】@zhayrmhia

"I didn’t say it out loud because I didn’t want it to sound real."

I kept pretending I was okay, even when my voice got quieter. I laughed at the right times. I nodded when people spoke. I answered, “Just tired,” like it was some universally accepted excuse for breaking apart slowly.

The truth is, I’ve been carrying this feeling — like I’m watching my own life through a window. I can see it moving, everyone walking by, days passing, messages coming in. But I’m behind the glass. Quiet. Still. Forgotten by the world, but more painfully, forgotten by myself.

I don’t know when I started fading — maybe it was the moment I stopped being honest with the people I loved. Or maybe when I decided it was easier to be needed than to need anyone.

There’s a part of me that still hopes someone will notice. That maybe someone will say, “You don’t have to try so hard.” But even that hope feels like a risk. So I stay quiet.

I write this here because nowhere else feels safe enough.

This space doesn’t ask questions.
It doesn’t tell me I’m too much or not enough.
It just lets me be.

And maybe that’s what I needed all along — not fixing, not advice… just a soft place to say the thing I never said out loud.

I’m tired of pretending.
I’m tired of being okay.

And even if no one replies, I needed to let this out.

— from somewhere, someone trying.

I don’t know how to ask for help without feeling like a burden.

So instead, I stay silent and hope someone notices the weight I’m carrying.

Some days, I miss a version of me that never even existed.

Not who I used to be — but who I thought I could be. The version of me that woke up early. That wasn’t scared to speak up. That didn’t overthink every message or moment or memory.

The version that felt soft without feeling weak. That felt wanted — not just useful. I don’t know if she was ever real. But I mourn her like a loss.

I’m not giving up. But I am tired.

Tired of explaining.

Tired of waiting for something to shift.

Tired of pretending I don’t care.

But somewhere in me, there's still a little light —a tiny flicker that says, keep going.

Not because I’m strong. Not because I have a plan.

But because maybe… just maybe, it gets softer from here.

"I don’t need to be understood by everyone — just gently held by a few."

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I thought being chosen would make me feel whole.

For so long, I just wanted to be picked — as a friend, a favorite, a person someone couldn't let go of. I thought if someone really saw me, it would fill the empty parts.

But even when they chose me, I still felt hollow. Because I hadn’t chosen myself.

Now I’m learning:
Being wanted is nice.
But being okay when you’re not — that’s peace.

I miss people who are still alive.

They’re right there — posting, laughing, moving on.

And yet, I feel like I lost them. Maybe we stopped talking. Maybe we still talk, but not deeply. Maybe I just changed, or they did.

No fight. No final goodbye. Just a slow fading I didn’t know how to stop. I grieve them quietly, like ghosts who never died.

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