31st December — 07:00 AM(Author: Who writes a diary this early? She apparently. Don't judge.)
And here we are — the last day of the year.I'm writing this while wearing my comfiest pajamas, hair doing its own messy dance, and some GOAT songs playing in the background. No one's around to judge, no expectations, just me, my thoughts, and this quiet morning. (Author: Except me, obviously judging everything she's doing.)
When I look back, this year feels like a movie reel of chaos and calm, heartbreaks and healing, new faces and goodbyes. From leaving one school to somehow finding a home in another… (Author: "Somehow"? Yeah right, like that was smooth.) From being bold and loud to learning how to be soft, calm, and maybe a little too emotional. (Author: She thinks she's soft. What a joke.)
Things changed. I changed.
This year taught me way too many lessons about people, about patience, about how even the closest ones can feel distant, and yet… how your heart still keeps reaching out anyway. (Author: Seriously, girl, you're a walking paradox.)
Right now, I feel like I'm standing between who I was and who I'm becoming. From having no clue what I was doing to suddenly handling things I never thought I could. Everything moved so fast, maybe too fast… including people. (Author: Yup! Changing like chameleons.)
And yeah… when I say people, I mean him. Maybe things will sort themselves out soon. (Author: Smirk. "Maybe" is doing a lot of heavy lifting here.) Maybe they won't. But there's still that small spark inside me, refusing to die out — like it honestly believes something good will come of all this someday. (Author: Hope is cute until it breaks you.)
So… thank you — not to any year in particular, but to the time that changed me.For teaching me how to stay even when it hurts.For teaching me when to walk away.For showing me that growth isn't always loud; sometimes it's just surviving one more day quietly.
And most of all, thank you… for helping me find me. (Author: Are you sure you even know who you are yet?)
— Kriti 🌙