صالحة

One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.

Somedays it's "I wanna kill myself" and somedays it's "please save me" Or "can you save me?"

Main akela aur masail zindagi ke beshumaar.

‘qalbi’ is such a beautiful term.

Too many thoughts for one brain, too many anxieties for one heart.

My delusion is to die fast and easily.... Naturally of course

#i am undiagnosing myself with 'adhd' and rediagnosing myself with 'cursed by wizard'

ok.

K