It wasn’t a flu or any other illness—it was exhaustion. The kind that comes from pushing yourself too hard and neglecting the one thing you

You are not your degree. You are your experiences, your skills, and your ability to adapt and thrive in the world beyond academia.

If I could catch a glimpse of your smile one last time, I’d take a thousand pictures to savor the moment.

Reckless abandon was the literal routine Unfortunately, you get used to the coldness Because closeness and consistency seems unfamiliar

Second best can no longer be my place, In any capacity. That distinction has never served me,

Without the sarcasm Without the pessimism  Without the passiveness Without the projection  Just be happy for me

Anonymity serves me just as well as openness I am an ever- evolving person

"Simple trash to treasure, or treasure to trash moments..." - Bobbi T.M. Sometimes, all you need to do to spark momentum, is simply...