“I like natural women. But ew stretch marks, ew acne, ew acne scars, ew body fat, ew body hair, ew lip hair, ew undone eyebrows, ew everything that you were born with naturally.”
Piss off, yaar.
“I like natural women. But ew stretch marks, ew acne, ew acne scars, ew body fat, ew body hair, ew lip hair, ew undone eyebrows, ew everything that you were born with naturally.”
Piss off, yaar.
“I couldn’t find shoes that matched my outfit.”
Is that a good reason to skip work?
The realisation that if you were an earthquake, you’d score a nine on the Richter scale of my heart, is the most painful one.
12 May, 2013
(Journal musings)
Har waqt ik bechaini si rehti hai is sheher mein, jo ghar ke qareeb bilkul mehsoos nahi hoti. Kabhi tou aisa lagta hai ki mera koi wajood nahi, jaise jeene ke liye har wajah gum si ho gayi ho. Kissi bhi insaan se dil jorne se darr lagta hai, kyunki khushiyaan jitni der se aati hai, utni hi jaldi chali jaati hai. Jee tou bahut chahta hai ki is patthar ki deewaar ko tor doon jo maine apne aas paas banaeen hai, lekin doosro se dil jorne se bahut darr lagta hai.
Waapis toot kar bikharne se bahut darr lagta hai.
Reading my poetry from back in 2008 and 2009 and all I want to do is hide my head in shame. Those poems are pathetic.
I somehow seem to attract the emotionally damaged boys, or the college/ high school dropout boys, or same height boys.
Well.
I’m definitely fucking my grades up after tomorrow’s exam.
I think I should check into a psych ward. Not because of grades, but because I will end up trying to kill myself one of these days. I haven’t been this suicidal in a while.
And He says “In-nallAha ma’As-Sabireen”, so I have faith, hope, patience in Him and ya Allah, alhamdulillah for everything but honestly, I am so very tired of holding on because all I really want to do is completely give up and break down.
I can’t take this place.
My college fee for a year is less than my high school fee. That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard the whole day.
Missing you drains me out so much.. I have a final in around six hours. I haven’t slept through the night because the memories of you wouldn’t let me study in the morning, so I had no time to waste sleeping, and now I’m not even halfway done with my revision.
Even after everything, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.
