Azmat Roman ✨
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Surrounded Yet Invisible: The Loneliest I’ve Ever Been Wasn't When I Was Alone
I used to think loneliness only looked like empty rooms and unanswered texts. I thought it meant quiet Friday nights, vacant seats across the dinner table, or crying into your pillow at 2 a.m. because no one thought to check on you.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in Psyche
He Left Without a Word — So I Wrote the Ending Myself
I never saw it coming. The day he walked out without a word, without a glance back, became the day my world quieted — but not in the way I expected. It wasn’t peace. It was a hollow silence, a gaping hole where his voice used to be. The unanswered questions echoed louder than anything he'd ever said.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in Fiction
I Loved Him. But I Loved Myself More
I met him on a rainy Wednesday. The kind of rain that feels like a quiet cleansing—gentle, persistent, and oddly romantic. He was standing in line at a bookstore café, holding a worn copy of Norwegian Wood and glancing at the sky like it held all the answers. I noticed the sadness in his eyes before I noticed anything else.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in Confessions
Passport to My Personality: Travel ‘This or That'
As travelers, we all have our little quirks and preferences. Are you the type to pack two weeks early or stuff everything in a carry-on the night before your flight? Do you dream of bustling cities or remote islands? Luxury hotel or local Airbnb?
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in Wander
When I Chose Peace Over Pleasing: The Day My Silence Stopped Serving Everyone but Me
I used to be proud of how “easygoing” I was. The one who didn’t make waves. The one who could be counted on to “understand.” I became the friend who always said yes, the partner who never argued, the daughter who swallowed her pain with a smile.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
I'm Not Who I Was. And That's the Whole Point
I used to bend until I broke. If you knew me five years ago, you’d remember the girl who always smiled, said yes when she wanted to scream no, stayed quiet when she should’ve spoken up, and made herself small just to keep the peace. That version of me was easy to love—at least for everyone else. But she nearly killed me.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
I Outgrew the Version of Me They Loved Most
There was a time when I was everything they wanted. Quiet. Agreeable. Polished. Predictable. I didn’t challenge the narrative. I didn’t ask for more. I fit so neatly into the version of myself they loved — the one who laughed at the right jokes, kept the peace, and apologized for simply existing too loudly.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Pride
Some Wounds Don’t Scar — They Stay Open Quietly
I used to believe that time healed everything. That with enough months between you and the pain, it eventually faded into something softer — something manageable. But I’ve come to realize that some wounds don’t scar. They don’t close. They stay open quietly, hidden under layers of laughter, busyness, and pretending.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Humans
