Every day I am apt to breaking out in tears. At least one moment of the day. Maybe this is similar for everyone else. Just that they control their breakdowns better than I do. On Saturday I woke up, desolate. I sat on my bed, with my legs perched on the ground. Desperate to comprehend this depth of sadness, I reached for my notebook and wrote a few lines. After a few sentences, I stopped and just stared at my notebook. My pink notebook. I then flung it against the floor. And started crying. I have never felt so unimportant to anyone in my life before.
I write about my everyday experiences & pen down my thoughts in this lil' space.
I read, listen to music, have a passion in language, love makeup and most of all, I observe. I really like learning.
I love making a difference.
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