Screw the world! screw the traditions! Screw impressing anyone! why can’t we just elope
I guess I never really understood the fuss about the Bengali independence war in 1970s. In my mind, it just feels like a piece of history from a time long ago. It really isn’t. It is the history of our parents. My dad was an 18 year old, my mom 15.They were old enough to understand what was going on. It wasn’t the generation of our grandparents but our parents that lived through it, and I’m starting to realize why it is such an open wound for many Bengali families, because they lost their family members, their neigbhours. It was indeed an ethnic genocide perpetrated by the Pakistani government. I wonder what my parents were doing when all this was going on, while the parents, and aunts and uncles of my friends feared for their lives.
The devils number
My last post was post number 666. This is my fifth post of the day. I’m trying to write an essay on the disease ecology of malaria. I’m failing at it. I should call it a day.
I binge eat
When everything starts to fall apart
You really have to focus on the people that will always be beside you. You really have to believe that there is a plan. There is a reason you are here. There is always something you can learn. There is always someone who would give anything to be where you are.
It’s okay to feel things, be frustrated, want to scream, but one day at a time is the only way to do it.
Rising cost, falling hopes. What kind of fuckery is this?
I’ve been walking around with a really heavy heart today. Dragging my feet, doing what I need to do to make people happy. I’m tired. There’s a constant buzzing in my head. My nights are not sleepless, but I dream that I’m running around from one place to another. Vaguely familiar faces and distant memories haunt me these days. My hair is turning grey. I don’t want to be here. Nor do I want to be there. I can’t live alone. I can’t live with them. I can’t live with him. I’m losing everyone. I’ve lost everyone. My brain feels mush and my heart feels hard. I anger quickly. I cry a lot. I’m losing my mind but I smile. I smile, I laugh I play along. Until I can be alone. Until I can scream.
Another one bites the dust.
Glad I’m not the only one super annoyed of the high horse that some tumblrites think they’re on, criticizing everything that walks. Some people make valid points while others are just…..
Oh look now I’m on a high horse.