From now on, I don't think I'll talk to anyone anymore.
Maybe the mistake was mine from the very beginning. Maybe I got attached too easily. Maybe I cared too much. Maybe I expected people to stay when they never intended to. And somehow, in the end, I always find myself blaming myself.
That's the reason I deactivated my account. It wasn't because I hated anyone—it was because I wanted silence. I wanted to get away from everything and everyone for a while. Talking to people has become exhausting, and every new connection feels like another chance to get hurt.
There may even come a day when my account disappears forever. I don't know. Right now, I just don't have the energy to pretend that everything is okay.
The truth is... I'm genuinely trying not to cry while writing this. It's painful when you keep giving your time, your trust, and your heart, only to feel like you're never enough. I never wanted anything extraordinary—just honesty, respect, and people who actually wanted me in their lives.
Maybe I'm overthinking. Maybe I'm too emotional. But these feelings are real to me, and they're becoming harder to ignore.
If one day I disappear without saying anything, just know that I was tired... not of life, but of constantly feeling like I was the only one trying.
For now, I just want peace. That's all.