They say time heals everything.
But what about the wounds that never stop whispering?
Hi, I’m Diksha Sharma. I’m not here to impress. I’m not here to tell you I’m strong every second. I’m just here to show you the truth — the soft, quiet truth of a girl who feels more than she should, thinks more than she speaks, and holds in more than she ever lets out.
This isn’t just a story. It’s a confession. A soft unraveling of all the emotions that stay hidden behind a smile.
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A Mind That Remembers Too Much
Some people forget arguments, forget insults, forget betrayals. I don’t.
I remember faces, exact words, the pauses between lines — even the silence that followed a fight. My brain doesn’t let anything slip away. It stores it all like fragile glass, stacked in corners I can’t clean.
Even as I write this, I can recall the sting of old moments like they happened yesterday. A single rude comment from someone I cared about? Still burns. An unanswered message? Still hurts.
I wish I could forget. I really do.
But when your memory is your shadow, there’s nowhere to hide.
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The Kindness That Hurts
I don’t know how to love halfway.
If I care about someone, I go all in. No filters. No games. Just pure, raw, messy loyalty.
