Oh My God Y'all!
Like, Oh My God! Oh My God! Oh My God! Oh My God!
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I promised myself a pep talk today. So here it goes…
It is only normal to panic. Introduce me to someone who hasn’t had a single anxiety attack his or her entire existence, then maybe I’d believe otherwise. It is actually a good sign; it only means that you don’t have to fret about cerebral inactivity because your noggin is pretty much juiced up to begin with. The thing there is, even though it is normal, you should get over it ASAP. Do not let it linger. Snap your fingers, if you must, to break the trance. Suck in endorphins. Think of quicksand.
After you’ve calmed down, shut the doors, set booby traps, write a death note to whomever it may concern so logic won’t have the option to ditch you. Look logic straight in the eye and remind him that you are the boss, and the boss demands an overtime. Logic stays. You are in charge.
That settled, go on and do what you have to do.
And if in case you still end up the major loser and reverberations of stupidity circle your ears (and believe me, they might be very loud), remember to charge the whole thing to experience and make a mental note not to do the same shit again. And again, go on and continue to love thy self.
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New Year’s resolution: to be an authentic woman
Yeah, about resolutions. I leafed through my offline diary and eventually located the entry for this year’s resolutions. I stated rather crystal clearly that I wanted to weigh around seven kilograms, but apparently I failed miserably. Not that it matters but just feel like saying that. Goddamnit, I sound so fucking shallow!!!
Okay, okay, on to next year’s resolutions!
But… but… why make them when I never stick to them anyway, ever? OH MY GOD YOU GUYS, NOW I FINALLY REALISE! My resolution for next year is to NOT have resolutions! *pats self for sheer brilliance*
Oh yes, to be an authentic woman? Just joshing around! *pats self again for succeeding in tricking people to read*
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Puddles gather rain
I can’t help but feel utterly morose whenever it rains. I would deliberately position myself in a corner where I can hear it falling, where I can see the wistful dance unfold, where I can feel the breeze it alone delivers, where I can experience all of that without getting soaked. I would close my eyes, and let the inaudible music play.
I hate that I love what it does to me.
But I feel worse when it eventually stops. When real silence kicks in and everything dries up. It’s ironic how it puts me in a state of everything and nothing, at exactly the same time.
Sometimes, I think the rain feeds on people’s melancholia. That it listens to the world, like we listen to it.
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"Thirdy". Perpetually 19. Corporeally 15. Emotionally 7. Mentally 1. I wanna go out and explore the world!
