Sometimes I think truth is the least interesting thing for people.... yes you read it right !
Everyone wants a version. Doesn’t matter if it’s real.
As long as it sounds good.
Mine is too uncomfortable.
Yours is too convenient.
Theirs makes more noise.
And then there’s her — the truth.
Quiet. Still. Unshakable.
We live in a world that rewards the narrative, not the reality.
One well-crafted sentence, a post at the right time, a photo with just enough filter.
And voilà — the “official version.”
Shame the truth doesn’t care about packaging.
I’m not here to sugarcoat.
I don’t write to be liked.
I write because sometimes it’s the only way I can breathe.
To make sense of the chaos.
To put the pieces back in place.
This space isn’t for those who need validation.
It’s for those who want to see beneath the surface.
Even when it’s messy.
Even when it stings a little.
The stories you’ll find here aren’t always pretty.
Not always right.
Not always over.
But they’re real.
Raw.
Lived.
Like scars — you don’t always see them, but they never left.
If you’re here to find where the truth stands, a warning:
It never stands on one side.
But if you read between the lines… something will click. 😉
Welcome to the place where versions end
— and reality begins.
🔍 Start exploring. Click through. Read it all.
And don’t settle for the version they gave you.
Silvia ♥️
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