Breaking the silence

What, you think I'll let 2018 pass by without saying anything? :)

Here's the thing: Every moment we let something wrong happen without doing anything about it, we contribute to normalizing it. Every single day we choose to shut up about it, somebody else somewhere is being attacked and taken advantage of.

If you are my friend and you happen to know what I'm talking about here, thank you for standing by me through all this. It was probably the most depressing phase of my year and I am beyond grateful that you've stuck with me. If you just happen to stumble on this post for whatever reason, I will try to make as much sense to you as I can.

This is a story about an almost, the one that's both the best and the worst kind, if you know what I mean.

To the one who left without saying goodbye

I knew it. I saw it coming. Because that's what the likes of you always do. That's why I never believed in anything you said in the first place because you are bound to eat them all anyway. Not being pessimistic, I'm just being realistic. And true enough, I was right. And it's getting exhausting, being right all the time. Yet, being the stubborn girl that I am, I still did it - I came up with the most poisonous thing one can possibly think of: what if. What if you're telling the truth, what if you really are different. What if we tried.