Khaki’s

26/03/2026

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16/09/2025

16/09/2025

15/09/2025

15/09/2025

A knot forms in my stomach every time I think about the end. It's not just the idea of being gone, but the feeling that I'll miss out on everything that’s still to come—the moments, the laughter, the small, simple joys. I find myself worrying about the future, about a story that will one day stop being written.

And then there's the other fear, the one that’s already happened to so many of us: losing someone you love. It’s a gut-wrenching pain that feels like a part of you has been torn away. The world just looks different without them in it. You remember their voice, their smile, and it hurts because you know you’ll never see them again. Grief leaves a hole in your life that never really closes.

But in that emptiness, a strange thing happens. You start to see how valuable everything is. The sun on your face, a good cup of coffee, the sound of a loved one's voice on the phone—these aren't just things that happen; they are everything. You realize that simply being alive is a gift. The gratitude starts to fill the space where the fear and the sadness used to be. It makes you want to live each day fully, because you know how precious and fleeting it all is.

-Khaki

15/09/2025

I once built a temple to academic excellence, a shrine where every late-night breakdown, every skipped meal, every weary, sleepless hour was a sacred offering. I believed that higher grades were the only worthy reward, the sole justification for the sacrifices I made.

I drowned in the deep waters of my books until 3 AM, just to keep my head above the waves of lectures. I consumed my whole self in the flames of preparation for impending exams, pushing my mind and body past their breaking point, all for the sake of the goals that shackled my very being.

But then, the temple crumbled. I learned that the pursuit of a dream does not have to be a landscape of exhaustion and empty plates. It can also hold moments of stillness, like a quiet hour of rest, a sudden laugh at a silly meme, or the simple joy of an extra cup of rice.

I discovered that the path to my dreams is not a straight, unyielding line of suffering. It is a road with pauses, with open spaces, and with gentle, necessary breaks.

20/08/2025

Thank you for not giving up today.

I know how hard you've been trying to survive lately because you feel so devastated and miserable. I know that it is not easy for you. You have to spend all your nights wondering how your family would feel if you suddenly disappeared or how your friends would react if they found out that you were already gone. I know you've thought about giving up so many times. But here you are, still holding on to that little hope in your heart. I'm proud of you for still choosing to live today. Even though you feel like you're slowly losing your sanity, you still try hard to fight your battles because you don't want to make your loved ones sad. You are still here, trying to fight those negative thoughts in your head and those heavy feelings that you have in your chest. You are such a brave person. I am proud of you for still giving yourself a chance to walk away from the darkness.

Thank you for not giving up on yourself today. I know sometimes waking up in the morning is hard, especially when you feel so empty, and trying to pretend that you're okay is really tiring. I know you're exhausted. You are mentally, emotionally, and physically tired of everything— but you are still here, trying to tell yourself that everything will be okay. Thank you for staying alive even though you feel like dying inside. I want you to know that you did well today. Please continue fighting and never give up on yourself.

— Shiori X
Art by: _ha__art (IG)

17/08/2025

Making friends as an introvert feels like trying to jump into a fast-moving river when you'd rather be sitting on the bank, observing. It's not that I don't want friends—I do, more than anything—but the process is exhausting.

My brain gets stuck in a loop. I'll see someone I think is cool, and my first thought is, "I should talk to them." But then the doubts rush in: What do I say? What if they think I'm weird? What if I run out of things to talk about? It's a mental tug-of-war, and usually, the part of me that just wants to go home and recharge wins.

It's not that I'm shy, exactly; it's more like my social battery is at 10% from the moment I wake up. I have to be so selective about how I spend that energy. And small talk? That's the biggest drain of all. It feels so inauthentic, like we're both just reading from a script.

So, when I do find someone I click with, it’s a huge relief. The conversations are deep, and I don't feel like I'm performing. I can finally be myself, and it's a feeling of true connection.
It's rare, but when it happens, it's worth all the anxiety and overthinking that came before it.

17/08/2025

There's something so peaceful about living alone, isn't there? It’s not just about the quiet—though I do love a good, silent morning.

It's more about the freedom to be completely and totally yourself. I can leave my dishes in the sink until tomorrow morning and no one will say a word, or eat cereal for dinner three nights in a row. It's my space, my rules.

I can just sit on the couch and be with my own thoughts, without feeling like I need to be "on." There's a real comfort in that. And the best part? When I want company, I can invite people over. But when I'm tired and just want to be, I can close the door and know that my little sanctuary is waiting for me.

It’s not lonely; it's a deep, satisfying kind of solitude.


-khaki

05/08/2023

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