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Stop asking me to be small. I’m not here to fit inside your comfort zone.

Every time I bite my tongue, I lose a piece of myself. Every time I shrink, I teach you that my silence is acceptable.

I’m done playing soft just to be liked. Respect doesn’t come from being easy. It comes from standing firm, from saying the thing no one else will say, from refusing to bend just to keep the peace.

If that makes me ‘too much,’ then good. I’d rather be too much than nothing at all.

I survived the breaking, but I’ll never forget how it taught me silence.

Just because someone moved on does not mean the scars stopped burning. You never know which moments someone will carry like a shadow for the rest of their life.

Don’t hand me the scissors.

I don’t cut people off easily. But if you force me to choose between my peace and you, I’ll cut the cord without hesitation. Not because I stopped caring, but because you left me no choice.

The truths I’ve learned:

If the door closed, Maybe it was never meant to be your home. If the path ended, Maybe it was saving you from getting lost. If the person walked away, Maybe it was to teach you how to stand alone. At first, endings feel cruel. But sometimes, They are beginnings in disguise. Trust the silence. Not everything gone was meant to stay.

EYES TO THE SKY, FEET ON THE GROUND.

I’LL LET GO(D).

to let go is to let God

To whom do I owe the biggest apology? No one’s been crueller than I’ve been to me.

“I’ll be leaving this restaurant soon. I might just sit here a little longer.”

My meal is almost over, the chair feels colder now, and I know I’ll be leaving this restaurant soon. Still, I might just sit here a little longer—not for what’s left to be served, but for the memory of what once felt enough.

Someone once said the path to love is the same as the path to technology. It's the cruelest, but it's the fairest. Because it depends on one's experience. There's no shortcut to it. But when it comes to relationships, fairness is a myth. Even if you put in a lot of effort, you might not get repaid for it.

-Programming

BIG or SMALL, lies are lies.

CHOOSING YOURSELF WILL NEVER BE WRONG

No matter how many times they call you selfish, no matter what they say, no matter how they judge you, remember this: choosing yourself will never be wrong. Protecting your peace, your dreams, and your heart is not a mistake. Choosing yourself is survival and strength. Choosing yourself is the only way to keep going when the world tries to break you. You are allowed to rest, to walk away, and to put yourself first.

If love is a program, and it can be installed and uninstalled at will, everything will be much easier. It's a pity that it's not a program. We can't send or receive love at will.

-Programming

I am the shadow in their laughter, the target in their cruelty.

My presence feels like a burden, my voice like noise no one wants to hear. No one comes close, no one speaks, no one stays. I'm always left behind, ignored, and abandoned, as if my existence were something people would rather erase. Online, I'm mocked; in person, I'm bullied. The pain follows me everywhere, wearing me down until I start to believe that maybe I was never meant to belong.

Loneliness is more than being alone—it's being invisible in a world that pretends to see. I try to reach out, but my words vanish. I try to hold on, but people let go. Every cruel comment, every mocking laugh, every time I'm pushed aside reminds me that I am nothing more than a target. And yet, despite the silence, the rejection, and the scars, I am still here, somehow. Still breathing. Still surviving in a world that refuses to hear me.

The difference between men and machines is that… men get manipulated by emotions. That's why we can't always be rational with like the machines.

-Programming

LOVE IS POISON TO A PERSON WITH HIGH DREAMS

To the one carrying heavy responsibilities. To the one who puts family before themselves. To the one whose pockets are empty but whose will is full. To the one who still has far to go and refuses to stop. To the one who chooses discipline over distraction. Because ambition demands sacrifice, and not everyone will understand the silence, the distance, or the fire burning inside.

The Curse In Love

I am the soil, broken and low, you are the sky, too far to know. I reach for light, but fall in rain, each love I hold dissolves in pain. No one comes near; no one will stay. I gamble my heart; it slips away. You shine above, untouchable and free. While I remain earthbound and empty. Between us lies a cruel divide. A truth I cannot run or hide. I am the ground; you are the blue. And love is a distance I can’t break through. No bridge, no wings, no way to fly, I stay as the earth... while you stay as the heaven. So I write these lines, just for you, darling. A fragile heart in a fragile world. If loving you means I must fall, then let me be the soil—and love you through it all.

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