अंश.

I love my mom.

i ignored it and then i felt very very guilty about it…

im desi and my mom is sometimes mean but I LOVE YOU MUMMA

not risking it cuz i love her way too much

I don’t think I ever reblogged before hope I’m doing this right

One of my

why tf am i so fucking sad?

For a while, this used to be me. The thought that why does nobody ever care that i am behaving a certain way would sit in my mind throughout. I hated it. I was on a searching spree that why do I feel so invisible in this world. Why does the friend group I am in not care about me. These thoughts would slowly rip me apart. After a while of being in that constant rabbit hole of self loathing, I felt like why do I need to see myself from other's people's eyes in order to feel a little worthy of my existence? Why is it so necessary for me to look through their eyes in order to feel something? All my life, it was ME who was with me through thick and thin. It was me MYSELF who took care of myself when nobody could. It was ME who got me out of all the breakdowns and struggles. And after all of this, I still have the audacity to hate myself? Make jokes on myself? Let people control how I would feel about myself? After all the shit this very existence of mine has done for me? I am a kind of person who would have all the love for others but when it comes to showering love for myself, I am like "I don't deserve it". Why??! What in the massacre have you done to not deserve this? I told myself. Give yourself the autonomy to experience solitude. Enjoy solitude. Cliche? I know. Probably a million times you have heard.

hating you makes my skin burn