Arjun Vijay Prakash

this is my rant from today. everyday, in my personal group, i write the number of days since that day. today is the 900th day. i’m dying inside, but still breathing. it has been hard for me to put these feelings into words, but i needed to let them out before they drowned me. 900 days without her. i don’t even know where to start. sometimes i think about what it’d feel like to just be like everyone else. to have someone to talk to. to have someone to hold hands with. to have someone to share gossips with...

it’s funny how every friend group has that one person everyone goes to when life gets heavy. yes, i’m talking about the one who listens without judgment, who remembers details, who gives advice that actually helps. but sometimes, that person doesn’t have anyone who does the same for them. it’s not because they don’t have friends. they do. it’s just that those friends know them as the one who has it all together, who always knows what to say, who doesn’t really “need” to talk. so when something’s wrong, t...

i found her on the second day. a small white plumeria. she was soft. shy. almost invisible. like she didn’t belong in all that noise. i held her. kept her with me. two days. she said nothing, but it felt like she listened. i don’t know why i loved her. maybe because she reminded me of someone. maybe because she didn’t ask anything from me. she was just there, beautiful, without even trying. i talked to her sometimes. told her how pretty she was. how the world didn’t deserve things like her. she stayed si...