Bad habits
“I Lied About Who I Was Online for 3 Years — And No One Noticed”
I never set out to lie. Not really. At least, not at the beginning. It started as something small — a harmless embellishment, a tiny white lie. Just a little tweak to make me seem more interesting, more confident. Someone worth listening to. Someone worth knowing.
By Hamad Haiderabout a year ago in Confessions
The Weekend I Went on a Digital Detox (And Talked to My Furniture)
There comes a moment in every adult’s life when you realize you’ve spent 6 hours watching strangers clean their kitchens on TikTok while your own kitchen looks like a crime scene. That moment hit me at exactly 2:17 a.m. on a Friday night, as I was elbow-deep in a bag of popcorn and trying to decide if I should start another YouTube video titled “How to Become a Morning Person (Again).”
By Kaitesi Abigailabout a year ago in Confessions
The Things I Never Said Out Loud — Until Now
I don’t remember the first time I stayed quiet when I wanted to speak. Maybe it was at five years old when I heard my parents fight through the wall, and I sat in bed with my hands over my ears, wondering if it was my fault.
By nawab sagarabout a year ago in Confessions
The Broken Promise: How a Youth Leader Sold Out His Generation
I remember the first day I saw Tunde speak. We were gathered in the dusty courtyard of the community hall, restless and worn out from years of silence. We had all suffered — no jobs, no hope, no voice. Our leaders treated us like numbers. But when Tunde stood on that makeshift stage with nothing but a microphone and fire in his eyes, something shifted. Something awakened.
By Oguntade Hafeez Olalekanabout a year 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 khanabout a year 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. Then came that Instagram DM. > "You're still the same… just more beautiful now." I squinted at the name. Meher Siddiqui. And just like that, 2016 came crashing back — the girl I once adored, the girl who called me her “best friend” and then went to prom with someone else. The DM was simple. But it unlocked a door I’d welded shut. 2. My Degree in Romantic Rejection If rejection were a college major, I’d have graduated with honors. Every crush in college was a new assignment. And every semester? A reminder that effort doesn't equal affection. I wrote poetry for Neha. > She replied: “So sweet, bro!” Made an actual presentation for Ayesha on “Why We’d Make a Great Couple.” > She used my slides… to teach her juniors. And then — there was Meher. Late-night texts. Inside jokes. Chai breaks between classes. Spotify playlists with hidden meanings. I felt like I’d finally found someone who saw me. So I told her. > “I think I’m falling for you.” She paused. Smiled gently. > “Arman, you’re my person… but not like that.” The friend zone. Final level. No cheat codes. 3. Seven Years of Silence After college, Meher and I didn’t fight. We didn’t block or unfollow. We just… stopped. I moved on — physically, at least. New job, new city, new routines. I built myself from the heartbreak up. One gym session, one work promotion, one late-night playlist at a time. Until she popped back in. Out of nowhere. Her message carried a softness — like nothing had changed. But I had. 4. Sarcasm on Ice I typed and deleted three replies. Then finally: > "Wow. Meher remembers me. Is Mercury in retrograde?" She laughed in a voice note. > “Saw your reel randomly. You look different… in a good way. Calmer.” Her tone was playful, nostalgic — but it stirred something sharp. Part of me wanted to ignore her. The other part — the one still haunted by "what ifs" — whispered: “You need closure, Arman.” 5. Coffee and Confessions We met at a familiar café. The café. The one where we “studied” but mostly joked, flirted, and stole glances over laptops. Meher looked different — older, more grounded. Her eyes still held that mischievous spark, but her posture said she’d been through life too. After a few sips of chai and awkward small talk, she sighed. > “I owe you an apology.” > “For?” “For not choosing you. You were genuine. The others were… noise.” I stirred my coffee. Once, that confession would’ve made me leap into dreams. Now? I just nodded. > “It wasn’t your job to choose me. But it was mine to stop waiting.” 6. The Reintroduction We talked more over the next few weeks. DMs turned into calls. Calls turned into dinners. She wasn’t trying to impress me. And I wasn’t trying to win her anymore. For the first time, we were just two people — not the roles we used to play. One evening, sitting in her car, she asked: > “Do you think we could… start again?” I paused. The old me would’ve said yes in a heartbeat. But this version? > “I don’t know. I’m not chasing anything anymore. But I’m willing to listen — without expectations.” She smiled. It wasn’t enough for her. But it was enough for me. 7. Replays and Realizations Some moments felt like déjà vu. Laughing over random memes. Arguing about the best chai spots. Playing music and driving around like time hadn’t passed. But I wasn’t that lost kid anymore. I didn’t spiral into feelings with every glance. I didn’t imagine futures from fleeting gestures. One night, Meher said: > “You’re different. You don’t need me anymore, do you?” I looked at her. Long and quiet. > “I think I still care. But I love myself more now.” 8. Closure Doesn't Always Announce Itself Closure isn't a scene from a movie. It doesn’t always involve shouting or slamming doors. Sometimes, it’s a smile on a quiet street, where you realize the ache is gone. I forgave her. Not because she earned it, but because I did. She once told me: > “You’re still the same Arman… just stronger.” She was right. But I wasn’t stronger because she returned. I was stronger because I stopped needing her to. 9. A Polite Goodbye Meher still sends me the occasional message. A “Hi.” A “Congrats.” A heart on a story. I respond with a single emoji — 🙂. Not out of spite. But out of peace. I’m not the backup plan. Not the what if. I’m no longer a side character in someone else’s arc. I’m my own plot twist. Epilogue: For Anyone Waiting on a Return If someone you once loved comes back, here’s what I’ve learned: Their return doesn’t make you whole. Your healing already did that. You weren’t invisible. You were just visible at the wrong time. And now? You don’t need a perfect ending. You just need your beginning — written by you, for you, without apology. 💬 Have you ever had someone return after rejecting you? Tell your story in the comments. Let’s talk closure, confidence, and comeback arcs.
By Arshad khanabout a year ago in Confessions
The Day I Walked Away From My Best Friend
Start writing.I never thought I’d say this, but I walked away from the one person who knew me best — and I don’t regret it. Sarah and I had been best friends since the sixth grade. We did everything together: sleepovers, crying over crushes, pulling all-nighters during finals, and laughing so hard we cried. She was like the sister I never had. We promised we’d be in each other’s weddings and name our kids after one another. But people grow, and sometimes they grow in different directions. It started small. She began canceling our meetups. She’d reply to my messages after days with one-word answers. At first, I made excuses for her — maybe she was busy with work, or life was just overwhelming. But slowly, I began to notice a pattern. Whenever she needed something — advice, help moving apartments, someone to vent to — I was the first call. But when I needed her? Silence. I remember the exact moment everything changed. It was my birthday last year. I had invited just a few close people for a quiet dinner. Sarah promised she’d be there. I even saved a seat for her beside me. But she didn’t show up. No call. No message. Just a blank space where she used to be. A week later, she texted, “Sorry, I was tired.” That was it. Something inside me broke that day. I realized I was holding on to a version of her that no longer existed. I thought about all the times I’d been there for her — listening to her heartbreaks, standing by her during family problems, defending her when others talked behind her back. And now, when I needed someone to just show up, she couldn’t be bothered. It wasn’t about the birthday. It was about feeling invisible to someone I considered family. So, I made a choice. I stopped reaching out. I didn’t block her or make a scene. I just… stepped back. I stopped sending long texts. I stopped checking her stories. I stopped waiting for her to care. Weeks turned into months. And with every passing day, I felt lighter. Letting go of someone you love is painful. But loving someone who doesn’t value you is even worse. Sometimes, we hold on to people because of history. But history doesn’t guarantee a future. Today, I have fewer friends — but they’re real. They show up. They check in. They value me the way I value them. I still think of Sarah sometimes. I wonder if she ever misses me. Maybe she does. Maybe she doesn’t. But that’s no longer my burden to carry. Walking away wasn’t easy. But it was necessary.
By Arshad khanabout a year ago in Confessions
