Lately, every day has been a blur. I wake up, go to work, come home tired, sleep, then somehow it’s morning again. The days are moving so fast, but at the same time, they all feel exactly the same. Work has been stressful too. There’s always something to do and something to worry about. By th

I think people see me as cold sometimes. Distant, guarded, hard to read. And maybe they’re not wrong. I was not always like this. I think life slowly moulded me into someone more careful. After enough disappointments, enough hurt, enough moments where being soft only left me feeling stupid or

Tired of trying so hard, tired of thinking so much, tired of things not really going the way I hoped. Sometimes it feels like no matter how much effort I put in, I still end up in the same place. But no choice. I have to keep going even when I don’t really feel like it. I still want things to wo

I still think of you now and then. Not all the time, but at random moments. Like when I’m out, walking somewhere, I’ll catch myself looking around a bit… like maybe I’ll see you. Even though I know I won’t. It’s a bit weird. I don’t even realise I’m doing it until after. And when I started my

Happy Friday 😮‍💨 honestly this week felt long for no reason. Also why is the weather so freaking hot lately 🥵 step outside for five minutes only and already sweating like mad. Even at night still like sauna. #fridayvibes #fridaymood

After everything, I finally found a new job. Even saying that feels a little unreal, like I’ve been standing in the dark for so long that stepping into something brighter almost feels unfamiliar. The past months were heavier than I expected — so much waiting, so much uncertainty, so many moments

No one really talks about this part — how heavy it feels to end another day that didn’t work out. Another rejection, another silence, another thing that almost happened but didn’t. People always talk about resilience like it’s something strong and admirable. But they don’t talk about how exha

I got rejected from the job I really wanted today. The one I thought I actually had a chance at. I walked out of that interview feeling so confident, like maybe this time something would finally go right for me. And then… the email came. Another “unfortunately.” Another “we regret to inform you.”

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about self-worth. About how easy it is to give pieces of yourself away to people, situations, or expectations, and how hard it can be to remember that your own love and attention matters just as much. I catch myself looking for validation in all the wrong places, ex