YOU ARE HERE FOR A REASON

I created a monster I came to fall in love with. And to not tell him is what hurts... Sitting next to him looking at how beautiful he looks when he sleeps, like a little child- innocent. It breaks my heart to know that I am unable to tell him, fearing the loss of friendship. It aches and I want to rub his hair and hold his hand, to kiss him on his cheek 'cause he looks so adorable. There is nothing I can do but look at how beautiful he is and wish that he'd hold me tight every night and show me the world is not such a bad place. He has already shown me there is more to the world, made me begin to think maybe the world ain't so bad. He knows my secrets and has accepted me for being me. He doesn't treat me differently after knowing my dark side, and I really thank him for that. He respects my privacy and I am thankful for that, but I constantly feel like I must be transparent towards him.. I want him to know me completely, sins and all. The thought of being this cl

HEY! SO this is a small note to let you know most of the writings on this blog of mine are what I have written, my writings (except for a few quotes) and I promise if I ever take someone else's writings or made a collab with someone in my writings then I shall 100% give them credit. It would also be very nice if you dont use my writings anywhere else, atleast without giving me credit(IN SHORT DONT GO PUBLISH AND CLAIM ITS YOUR OWN CAUSE * insert the actor from taken's voice here* "I WILL FIND YOU AND KILL YOU", nah joking, but please dont) Anyway thanks Keep Smiling :D

HEY! FULL YET SO EMPTY Even with all the organs within me , I just feel EMPTY. I don't just feel, I feel, too deeply. I'm numb , hollow, emotionless. I have a hundred emotions running in my head and I don't know which to show. I feel hurt, betrayed,lost, sad but mostly I feel empty. As though something or someone has been taken away from me, and their presence is now just being filled with air. They are not there how much ever they try convincing me . They might be right next to me, yet they don't mean anything. They are just a somebody, a somebody I used to know. And that empty space is not only next to me but also in me, that part of me which cared for them. I think this is how the heart might feel once the bullet has left the other side. Part of it has gone. And like it, slowly my functioning stops, missing the hollow empty part of me, wondering how did I get hit. And it bleeds, I want to cry, but it bleeds with no one to see while I can't cry cause the

HEY! Dear diary, I never wanted to be needy but at the same time I needed him. It's not like I would die without him,but I couldn't live without him either. He made me happy,made me smile.the one thing I thought I had forgotten. Keep smiling :D

HEY Have you ever felt your heart shatter?  I mean on the lines of you asking someone out they say no and the next thing you know they are going out with your friends. Not a good friend but still. And they act all in love right in front of you and that's when you get to know they are together. You were already jealous in the first place that she stood a better chance than you, and when the chance turned into the truth- it hurts. It is neither of their fault. Love is natural yet you tend to hate the person who changed it, both of them. The person who stole your crush from you and your crush for choosing her over you. How much ever you deny it, it is the truth, the fact.  And that moment everything you wished for just crumbles. Maybe you thought your crush on that person was fading, but the moment you saw them hug you just are hit with this pang of jealousy, you wish it were you instead of them. You fantasize. Keep smiling :D

*_I am not an object and sure as hell won't stand being treated as one_* Hurt, betrayed or lost? What am I to people? To be shrunken by society to my very body shape and size? To be deemed good or bad based on looks?  To be hired on how short my skirt is rather than my intellect? Am I a mere object? A toy? It seems as though I am put into a game, a competition I never signed up for. I'm running someone else's  race in their shoes. I've been taught not to judge a person unless you have walked in their shoes. Well, let me tell the world that we are all wearing the same shoes. Same size, shape and colour and all of us are facing the same problem- norms of the society. Honestly tell me, If I'm skinny and pretty why am I hot? Am I an object that heats up stuff? but on the other hand, if I'm fat I'm ugly. No, I can be Fat and pretty too. Plus not everything is based on looks. Well, some of the sweetest people I have met are the ones I judged on character, no