Guys, guys, guys! Calm down and take a deep breath. For Crissake! Don’t judge and read this post before you judge me, which apparently
some people have already done, anyway please don’t jump to conclusions it’s a
humble request. NOTHING IS WRONG WITH ME.
And trust me; I don’t give a damn about what other people think of me. I am NOT
going to commit any suicide LOL. Nor am I always emotional and sad and nor do I
ever brag about any of my feelings! So please. Keep it cool and classy. And if
you’re really concerned about me and you want to hear me out, kindly contact me
directly! AND PLEASE READ THE POSTS UPON
YOUR DISCRETION. YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO READ EVERYTHING I POST. Not get on
my nerves and bug my best friends and ask them that what has happened to me. I
write what I write and will always do no matter what. My trust has been broken
more than once and I’m vulnerable to things no one can think of, we all are,
when we go through these tragedies. Apparently our heart is like a glass, once
broken it can’t be fixed, ever and even it is, some shards of that glass keep
stinging us and we bleed from inside until our soul loses its charm and befall
to the dead of the dark and sadness.
Dispose your false judgments and perceptions about me that I
am like this, I am like that. That I brag about my sadness. And that I should
not talk about my feelings so plainly. Well did I? I don’t think so. And even
if I did, who are you to tell me what to do? I just wrote what I had to write
and something I wanted to. My life, my rules. If you refrain someone from pouring it out they will feel more
frustrated and agonized than ever, so don’t do that. Like Ever! I can say this
by full certainty because I am a psychology student and I know pretty much as
of now what are traits of human cognition. So
why did I write what I wrote? Well, insecurities buddy, insecurities. I
don’t care, I’m very straight when I am supposed to be. I don’t care if people
who like me, hate me with the passage of time or develop a notorious
discernment of me and my life. But I do care when it comes to my best friends
and people who I consider on making my close friends.
ANYWAY Voila. Here comes the good part. I’m on the road of recovery. Yaay. And I’m struggling reaaaally
hard to get through all of these hard times and bullshit. Someone said it right
that what’s life without ups and downs? Utterly meaningless. So I have faith in
God and in myself that I’ll get outta this, of course not without my friends
and parents love, care and trust. I’ll survive this challenge, I always do. I
believe in a fair and happy fate for me weaved by God, I’ve just got to unravel
it myself. I feel like I have little time left. Me and my stupid thoughts.
HAHAHAHA. Sometimes I feel like I’ve little time left? Time for what?! Sleep? To
brush my teeth? Press my clothes? Prep for exams? To publish my novel? To write
things? LOL. Inconsequential little silly thoughts aren’t they? Yeah I know I
am lame. :( Well
I’m working on it and I’ll defeat them soon I hope.
So yeah guys, I’m not a paranoid, or some all-time sadistic,
bleak loner. I’m very much contented with my life so far as it goes by.
