If I have to be really honest, I would consider myself to be a huge narcissist. I clearly love myself above all others. I am pretty selfish. I hardly care what other people say, I don’t pay attention to their say. I am obsessed with everything and everyone who can keep me happy. But why… Read More Narcissism
Lately all I ever think about while going to sleep is waking up next to my mom who has stopped breathing. I panic, unable to comprehend what to do. I have played this scenario repeatedly in my head for a million times and have failed to arrive at the solution. What do I do if… Read More The not so irrational fear
I never thought I would be writing this. Never ever. People die everyday. Some memorable, some not so much. How do you mourn for someone who lay somewhere in between? THAT seems to be the debate on social media since last night ever since the unfortunate news broke about the horrific crash of Flight 661… Read More Let’s mourn today. Tomorrow, you can continue hating.
So I just finished reading this cheesy as hell YA novel all because I was yet again fooled by the NYT best seller’s list. I recently read a porno by mistake because that too was on NYT best sellers list and after that vowed never to trust that site. Anyway so while the YA novel did… Read More Moving Differently
We’re meeting after a year. I am dreading it. I am embarrassed. I know it will be awkward. I am scared to death because I know how unshaken my resolve is. I am looking forward to it because I know how nice it would be to see a familiar face. We’re meeting after a year… Read More How do I explain your photograph in my contact list
I have had ample time on my hands to watch TV the past couple of months but it was not nearly enough to convince me to write a blogpost about it. Just a week ago the streaming site I use started promoting The Night Of and hungry for more TV series as I am, I dived… Read More The Night Of: Reluctant Fundamentalist Goes to Prison
My mom raised us as a single parent. Obviously I don’t need to tell or even begin to make one understand how difficult it was for her. And she raised us well. She raised us like a mother and a father combined. Over the years she’s given us a lot of advice, but of these,… Read More Don’t Look Back
It’s such an awful feeling. Knowing that you are feeling the worst but you cannot talk about your emotions out loud because it is so fucking confusing to even yourself how you are feeling. So what do you do? Pent it up? But for how long?