Unfiltered Vibe

20/08/2025

I am not the story they think I am. They read me like a book, but skip chapters, misquote passages, and invent endings that were never mine. And yet, I am here — waiting for someone patient enough to turn the pages slowly, to see the margins, the footnotes, the unfinished sentences. To know me not as they imagine, but as I am.

19/08/2025

19/08/2025

When you are misunderstood, people hand you masks you never asked for. They tell you who you are, what you mean, how you feel — as if they have lived inside your skin. You want to shout, “That is not me!” but the world grows comfortable with its illusions, and you grow weary of correcting it. So you carry the weight of false identities, and in the quiet of your heart, you grieve for the self they refuse to see.

18/08/2025

You speak your truth, but the words fall wrong, landing in the ears of others like broken fragments of what you meant. You wonder if maybe your heart speaks a language too rare for the world to hear, or if the world simply doesn’t care to listen. And in that space between intention and perception, loneliness grows — not because you are unseen, but because you are seen in ways that are not your own.

~ They misread me, and maybe that’s the closest they’ll ever get to knowing me

17/08/2025

‎"We cannot change what we are not aware of, and once we are aware, we cannot help but change." - Sheryl Sanberg

16/08/2025

Life whispers a paradox into our ears: nothing is permanent, nothing is guaranteed. We long for certainty, yet what we truly live with is uncertainty. It is the shifting ground beneath our feet, the ever-changing sky above us, the silence before a decision is made. And perhaps, instead of resisting, we should embrace it—for in uncertainty lies the thrill of beginnings, the possibility of change, and the beauty of becoming.

13/08/2025

I try to outrun them,
but they follow barefoot—
quiet at first,
then pounding,
until my own heartbeat
feels like betrayal.

12/08/2025

There was a time I laughed louder.
Danced in rooms without thinking if I was seen.
Said yes to life like it couldn’t hurt me.
And though that girl feels far away now —
beneath the weight, beneath the wear —
I know she’s still here.
Tired, maybe. Quieter.
But not lost.
Just waiting for me to make space again.

11/08/2025

Burnout doesn’t just take your energy; it steals your joy, your curiosity, and the little rituals that once made you human. Healing is the slow art of remembering them.

10/08/2025

The echoes are too loud tonight.
Not the kind that bounce off walls, but the ones that live in my chest, repeating every word I wish I hadn’t heard, every silence I wish had been filled. They trail me like shadows, soft enough to make me doubt they’re real, but sharp enough to keep me awake.

I cover my ears, but memories don’t respect hands or walls. They seep through skin, crawl under ribs, and rattle against bone. I tell myself to breathe, to let the sound fade, but grief is an expert in persistence—it lingers, patient and unblinking.

The echoes are too loud, and yet, they are mine.
And maybe, when I am ready, I will learn to listen without breaking.

06/08/2025

It's okay if you feel things a little heavier than the
usual like carrying books‚ know that it’s not your fault if you feel the weight of the world on your shoulders and it lingers.

it’s not your fault that you have the responsibility to cope with your emotions‚ and the need to suppress your feelings when you know you’re not in the right place to release them.

what you feel is valid. please don’t rush yourself finding a solution. instead—pick it up when you’re ready.

you’ll be fine‚ just take a rest for a while.

10/08/2020

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