She was dying, but nobody knew. She prayed for death everyday, struggled to live everyday, but nobody knew. And, how could people know? She had gone quiet. She became silent, like the stillness before a storm. Little did they know, the storm was near. She became expressionless, her eyes blank even when she smiled. She … Continue reading She was dying
As much as I want to catch up to the things in life as fast as I can, I can’t. I feel like this constant phase of depression and mood swings, with epic insomnia has made me weaker than I expected.
I looked at my blogs today and couldn’t help but notice how weird my writing style has gotten within a year. I started off by motivating people, outlining the basic problems everyone faces like low self-esteem, identity crisis, fear of rejection etc. But, look at the blogs now. They’re filled with nothing but remorse feelings, … Continue reading How my writing style has changed in a year
A letter to the people who can do nothing but criticize others.
People really are selfish. I did not want to believe it. And so, I kept testing humans in different situations so that I can prove that they’re not. But every single time, I was the one fooled.
I started this blog a year ago, because I wanted people to know me, to read my every day rant, and speak up if their going through it too. But, amidst the excitement of having your own blog, I forgot to acknowledge that do people actually want to hear me rant?
This is for all the girls under pressure, and for everyone who want to see the other side of brown families.
I woke up this morning,
Feeling nothing but numb.
I tried to smile,
Felt nothing but dumb.
I sometimes wonder what people feel when they’re rejected, from a job, a person, a feeling, anything. I mean, I’ve seen a lot of people acting completely normal about it, like it’s okay to be rejected but trust me, I don’t belong to that group nor I know how they block that feeling which practically … Continue reading The fear of rejection.
Do you ever,
Just want to curl up on your bed,
With a pillow over your head,
And a pile of blankets on you,
Making it hard to breathe,
But you like it anyway.