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going through anticipatory homesickness.

"we haven't located us yet"

Indecisive about whether should i despise myself for being so dense or people not understanding me

oh how i despise myself for being hyper sensitive....i always tell myself okay you're cynic and you need to be such but just then i look at myself and my whole damn life i see how selfless i've been the whole time, i observed things too profoundly, looked at people through the lens of love and care, the care i needed the most...i couldn't help it, it was just how i've been living... everyone said i'm too kind but was i so?! ...may be i was too selfless to be cynic.

i feel suffocated to live under same sky as of people who normalize genocide of infant and childrens

I'm a living paradox.

In my Raskolnikov era, depressed, insane and a student.

"I've never regretted my silence. As for my speech, I have regretted it over and over again many times. "

Well, I was always tired, tired and tired by being out there among all the people, playing my role.

I sleep for 3-4 hrs only to take an 8 hr nap.

Life was better before I learned the term skepticism.

Okay so, I think love is utopia ... I mean we tend to label attachment, attraction, dependency, and all other things as love but what actually love is!, is not clear I mean, atleast not to me till now... Idk may be we'll find someday!

𝘈𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.