the silence felt like an answer for a while. now i'm not sure it was one.
when you don't know what you feel yet, naming the not-knowing counts. start anywhere.
answer it where no one knows you
toska is an anonymous space for heartbreak — no names, no faces, no feeds designed to keep you scrolling. one prompt a night, strangers who get it.
open toskaabout the appmore for confusion
- which is worse. that they changed. or that maybe they didn't and i just stopped seeing it.
- i'm not waiting for them to come back. i think. ask me again tomorrow.
- do you remember who you were going to be before all of this rerouted you.
- some nights i don't miss them at all and that absence is its own kind of strange.