I want to die. I want to die so badly.
I wished passive death on myself, hoped I would die from an accident or something just as unfortunate.
They say manifestation gives you what you want but it did not bring me the death I wanted.
Maybe because I do want to live.
Maybe I want to live and see all the small things in life.
The little smile brightening my day when I see a guy giving his girlfriend a flower, or when I hear some some kannadiga talk tamil, or when my friends tell me they love me.
Maybe I do want to live for all the little things, which keeps me going.
But this little hope is enough to live just one more little day.













