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  • Writing makes me …

    Writing makes me …

    The way it makes me feel like I understand myself. Writing makes me feel understood more than by any other person . It makes me feel things. Sometimes melancholy, sometimes deep inspiration. At other times it helps me feel anger and anguish. When I finish writing, it all makes sense.

  • The book-smart girl who is actually foolish

    The book-smart girl who is actually foolish

    The girl who says all the right things like a textbook. The poor girl doesn’t know that her eyes flash doubt. Little does she know, her audience is already sickeningly familiar with the rhetoric she dogmatically regurgitates. Some of her audiences are in fact, more acquainted with that ‘textbook’ than herself. But of course, because …

  • A troubled elite

    A troubled elite

    From last year’s diary. A description of somebody I went on a date with. A troubled elite. Undertone of melancholy and depression. A troubled, restless mind. Longing for acceptance. Loneliness. Intelligence. Perhaps ‘brilliance’. People-pleasing and flirtatious. Too smart to be happy.

  • Train

    Train

    My heart is in the highlands. The slightest breeze takes me there. It suddenly seems impossible. What I’ve been trying to do. I want to give up and be selfish. I want to enter the desolate land and just suffer the familiar pain instead. I can’t erase the faces. I am bothered by them wherever…

  • Winter morning thoughts

    Winter morning thoughts

    Maybe I’m more attracted to your aspirations and innocent passions than to you as a person. The passions that I feel like are slipping away from me, you seem to still have a tight grasp of. So maybe I even envy you. Envy manifesting as attraction? I feel like I should know better. Maybe I’m…

  • Nice and Disturbing

    Nice and Disturbing

    This lady that I knew, she was married to a man that was almost 30 years older than her. From what I heard and saw, it was a love marriage. I knew them to be childless for a few years. I figured maybe, it was their choice, because neither of them were young. I think…

  • The psycho that pays all her taxes right on time

    The psycho that pays all her taxes right on time

    You know those people who look like they’ll pay every cent of their tax on time, have a meticulous and methodical approach to all aspects of life but then you can’t help notice a hint of psycho in their eyes? Behind all the procedures and systems there is something unhinged about them.. Love them. Absolutely…

  • Every single day

    Every single day

    Everyday is a new day, a new chance. In fact every moment is a chance to make a new choice. At any moment, I can turn and walk the other way. At every corner,  freedom awaits those who dare to reach out and seize it.

  • When a heartbreak looms

    When a heartbreak looms

    As I expected, a ripple of unease ran through my heart. And then I sensed that maybe later in the evening, my heart might just break. So it was Unity Books to the rescue. Joan Didion should do me good according to the shopkeeper’s diagnosis. So I took up his prescription and walked out with…

  • Day 13

    Day 13

    A certain shade of darkness in a person, a certain depravity that I identify with, draws me to them. It’s funny how you seek what is familiar even if that thing is something that haunts you. We find comfort in the familiarity of that terror. And when we catch a glimpse of it in another,…