Friendly reminder!

You don’t want to live with regrets.

You don’t want to live with regrets.

You don’t want to live with regrets.

Wherever you are, I hope you’re doing well. I hope you’re healing.

And I hope one day, I’ll look back at this part of my life and feel proud of the way I loved—with honesty, depth, and courage. I offered you my presence. My time. My heart. And I know that was real.

And I still catch myself thinking about you. Not because I’m holding on to hope, but because what we shared mattered to me. I miss you—your presence, our conversations, the little moments that made my days brighter.

monday now rebranded to a friendlier "tuesday eve"

I am tired of connecting with people only to end up in meaningless situationships that make me feel like a disposable cup. I'm not sharing this out of pain or disappointment; I'm genuinely exhausted.

Am I the only one?

I have left Twitter; I can't see myself calling it X. So, hello BlueSky!