She found a journal left behind on the train.

Old, partly torn, the ink smudged, perhaps by the rain.

Hesitating and questioning if she should read.

Until, after inner battles, curiosity look the lead.

Inside, was the life of a girl, a real story.

Her eyes watered, everything seems blurry.

She ached to meet the girl, hold her, help her get through.

To whisper, “Everything will be alright. Just wait… you’ll grow too.”

That’s when she noticed,

The cover…2025 written,

It’s ink slowly fading.

2025: might not be best year, but not necessarily the worst right?

I believe, every year teaches us something… might not be in the most gentle way but nonetheless, it does teach us.

It’s on us, if we still want to carry all the same pain next year or decide to let go of it and enter the new year.

December has always been a month where many chapters come to an end.

And I hope, the future me would be proud of me for getting through. I also hope the future me remembers how great 2025 was for me.

With eating, enjoying the sunsets, the sky, the friends, my family, everything forever engraved in my heart.

Hope y’all didn’t get bored scrolling my picture dumps!

As y’all can see, this year was one of the best ones.

I don’t mean there were only sunshine and roses but yet it was good.

Thanks all of you who’ve not yet left me.. please don’t leave me yet🌺

Thankyou all for reading and scrolling the pics 😅

See y’all next year!!

💗💗