I think I'm slowly losing myself. I feel trapped in my own skin and suffocated in my own body. Nothing brings me joy anymore. Even the things that bought me joy that lasted for days earlier is now in fleeting moments. I'm "spilled my ☕" moment away from completely breaking down and crumbling into a sobbing mess. Staying updated with the world and trying to survive are at the opposite ends of the spectrum coz when I see the world, and my own reality, especially in this country. I don't see a future. There is no future in this country. For women, LGBTQIA, minorities, lower economic classes, there's no way forward. I'm starting to believe that maybe karma is real and is may have committed unforgivable crimes for being born in the country. There's no scope of getting out of here, not after everything, jingoism at an all time high and SOMEHOW keeps getting worse, rupee keeps falling, meaning no matter how hard you work for a decent (not good, decent!) life, you'll never get that. We will be overworked and underpaid and work till the last breath and die a meaningless life.
What is even this life? We're drinking polluted water, breathing polluted air, adulterated foods, gas shortage, men of this country HATE women and queers. What exactly am i striving so hard for? For a fuckass rating that will pay me 🥜 irrespective of how hard I worked ALL year. How are we supposed to live normally in a world where our rights are being taken away, it's hard to make ends meet. There's so much i wanted to do growing up. I thought ...I thought once I'm an adult and financially independent I'll get to do all the things I missed out on growing up, I'll.not marry to not end up like the women before me. I thought life would be... Easier. Not whatever this is. I didn't expect myself to be filthy rich or anything. I just wanted to be ... content. I never even had any big dreams yk. I don't want mansions and cars ( I CAN'T EVEN DRIVE FFS!). I wanted to dance, to travel, to help people, to try and be a good person. Idek if I'm that even. I wanted to LIVE. this doesn't feel like living. This feels like I'm a walking corpse. I don't even see things getting better. Idk about the world honestly. But definitely not for me. Crying sessions are now a routine. This... Is not normal. Hell idek WHAT is normal anymore. Everyday, i pray i did in my sleep, coz I'm to much of a coward to end it once and for all. I fucking live because i can't die













