Secrets
Fake people sucks
Oh, so this little charade is finally going to play out, is it? You think you can just quietly unfriend me on Facebook and slink away into oblivion, pretending like the countless hours, the shared secrets, and the favors you conveniently forgot to repay never even happened? Sweetheart, that’s not how this works. That’s not how *any* of this works when you’ve been dealing with me. The sheer audacity, the unmitigated gall, of someone as transparently fake as you trying to pull a vanishing act is frankly laughable. It’s insulting, actually. Did you honestly believe I wouldn't notice? Did you think I was just some clueless bystander in your pathetic little life play, too oblivious to see the strings you were pulling? Please. My eyes were wide open, darling, watching every single one of your disingenuous moves.
By Lizbeth7 months ago in Confessions
All My Crushes Ignored Me — Until the One Who Came Back
1. The DM That Shook My Stability I’m 29 now. Life’s solid — decent job in Dubai, my own apartment, a gym routine I pretend to enjoy, and a golden retriever named Chai who thinks every human exists to throw his ball.
By Arshad khan7 months ago in Confessions
They Say 'Move On' Like I Know Where to Go
The house still smelled like her—lavender and old books, sun-warmed cotton and something faintly citrus. He hadn’t opened the windows since the day she left. Or maybe since the day she stopped breathing. Time had become viscous, days slipping past like water through fingers, leaving behind only salt and ache.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
The Lie I Told Myself After He Died
I still remember the moment I heard the news. The sharp crackle of the phone line, the hurried voice on the other end, the rush of disbelief that slammed into me like a wave. He was gone. Just like that. The man I loved, the person I thought I could never live without, was gone.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
Everyone Says Time Heals. No One Talks About the Waiting.
Everyone says time heals. No one talks about the waiting. When Maya lost her mother, the world around her didn’t suddenly become easier. The advice poured in like rain: “Time will heal you,” her friends said, “Just give it some time.” But no one warned her about the long, silent hours spent waiting—waiting for the pain to dull, for the sharp edges of grief to soften, for the moments of unbearable sorrow to pass.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
I Left Without a Word. Here's Why I Never Went Back
It was a Tuesday morning—gray, indifferent. The kind of day that never makes the headlines of memory. I remember zipping up my backpack, making sure it didn’t make too much noise. I remember the slight creak in the floorboard outside my room and how I paused before stepping over it, almost out of respect for the silence I was leaving behind.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
The Secret That Saved My Life. AI-Generated.
I’ve always believed that secrets are dangerous. That they weigh you down, like rocks sewn into your pockets as you wade deeper into the ocean. But some secrets—some rare, quiet secrets—don’t drown you. They teach you how to breathe underwater.
By Zain Ul Abedin Khan7 months ago in Confessions
This Is the Lie I’ve Been Living With for 10 Years
Most people think surviving a tragedy makes you a hero. They look at your scars, hear your story, and they admire your strength. But no one ever wonders if the survivor might be the reason the tragedy happened in the first place.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
The Day Everything Fell Apart (and What Came After)
It was a Thursday, though I didn’t know that at the time. Days had blurred into each other, colored only by panic, emails marked “urgent,” and the constant static hum of anxiety. I was pacing the hallway between my bedroom and the kitchen when the phone call came—the final push that sent everything tumbling.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
The Loneliest Message I Never Sent
There’s a strange kind of pain in holding onto a message you never send. It’s like carrying a secret too heavy for anyone else to bear but too precious to let go. I learned that feeling in the quietest moments — sitting alone, staring at my phone, watching the blinking cursor blink back at me like a heartbeat I couldn’t catch.
By Moments & Memoirs7 months ago in Confessions
