Hello, you
Its been a long time since we’ve talked, how have you been? I’m sorry that I’ve been neglecting you, but actually it couldn’t be helped. You’re not exactly the kind of person I think people would like. I don’t understand you. You’re a mix of contradictions. You’re a walking oxymoron, and you don’t even know what you want.
Okay, I don’t want to turn this into a accusatory letter but you expect other people to understand your wildly seclusive ways when you don’t even understand yourself. And you say you can take criticism but oh, you have no idea what criticism really is. You make up all these delusions and you’re stricken when they don’t come true, when you really have no right to be upset. After all, what did you do to make your dreams come true other that sit around waiting, wishing?
You told me once about your paranioa issues, and I know, I understand. But you told me that you had it settled, you knew how to control it. But now I see you and you’re the epitome of paranoia. Maybe you could be right but your assumptions are almost always baseless.
Sometimes, I pity you. You put up a front which people mistake for being brave, but really its just a façade of blankness covering up your doubts. Buck up, you. Or your life will never be anything fulfilling, just a bland journey with a meager conclusion.
its really, really horrifying
what is horrifying?
Assalaamu Aliakum,
It is so strange the times I choose to check up on your blog, especially when you write a piece like this. Did I ever mention that you were are an insanely talented writer? I hope this was not a self reflective short, but just an observation of a friend! Anyway, just passing through. It's one of those days you choose to lie in bed, and ponder whats going on with the rest of world.
Keep in touch.
Ciao.
Ayan!! hehe thanks for the compliment. i guess stuff written during fits of passion are best maybe? hope you enjoyed your lie-in then ^^
keep in touch<3