Jo Bhi- Whoever

 "I'll keep my word" Some people take it by heart and some people don't really care about it. They just say it for the sake of it to make others do their work.  It was a rough day today. Pressure from two sides, squishing you in between, can seriously make you want to die. Even if you rant about it to a hundred people out there, it's not getting better. You still have to face it. So, instead of ranting and venting it all out to those hundred people that definitely care about you, keep it to yourself because it will pass. You probably won't remember it after a while. Just breathe and prioritise yourself over everything and everyone. You have to live with yourself forever, so make it worth it. Forget what others have to say about you. They are dumb(everyone is dumb who doesn't understand you), they don't really know you, they are only assuming. Keep your best foot forward. Focus and move on!

What if the issues you've imagined can only be resolved by altering your point of view? You'll realise that there wasn't a problem at all; it was only the way you saw it at the time after viewing it from a completely other angle. I turned down a pretty good financial offer because the company's ideals were flawed. They claimed that we are a company with policies and ideals, but they did not comprehend their workers. They required me to sign a three-year bond, and if I didn't keep it, I would have to pay them back approximately three months' worth of wages. Who can predict what will occur in a second? By creating a positive office culture and atmosphere, they are the only ones who can improve it, you can only reassure them with your words. They chose me since I would spend the entire three years working at their office in a new city without my friends or family.

Life is never too hard. You can't just think that you can't take it anymore. All you have to do is be patient and keep going on. The minute you think about suicide, you're letting yourself down, and that's the last thing you should be doing to yourself. A very close friend kept repeating, "Be kind to yourself" because that's the hardest part. We all know that you can be kind to strangers, to your family, and friends, but you can't really be kind to yourself just like that. You learn to do it, you learn about it. So learn to be kind to yourself, because your kindness needs you the most. Think about suicide and then think about all the people related to you, and then think about all the people you don't know about, get inspired by you from something, how you changed their lives in some ways, and how you're making so much of a difference by just existing. Think about every single being, how everyone really needs you, how you need yourself. And the

  It's really hard to be consistent all the time. Sometimes a day full of emotions doesn't let you focus. Sometimes a numb day doesn't let you explain how you didn't feel anything at all. I was gone for a while because of both. Everyday I wake up hoping it's a new beginning, but the same cycle goes on and on. Life has become like a constant river flow. Everyone is eager to know what I'm doing with my life. Some ask because they are concerned, some because they don't want me to move ahead of them and some for gossip.   Other than that, giving updates He told me he couldn't deal with my shit anymore, so we have decided to take a break. Let's see how it turns out. I don't want it to end. The break and I want to disappear from his abuse. The way he talks to me makes me sick to my stomach. He says things like "fuck off," "out of your fucking mind," "you don't have a fucking brain," and "you don't have a fuck

Letter to my Juliet Here you go, Five days have gone by and I didn't know. The last letter I wrote to you was from the bottom of my heart, but you did not respond to it. I hope you're doing fine. I've started to believe that you were only in my imagination, but I saw our pictures today and you existed at that time frame. You could just tell me that you'll never talk to me again, that you're not dying to meet me, that we were never friends. That it is irrelevant to you. I'm doing fine. Things are moving, maybe in my head or maybe actually. I've started driving. I can come to meet you if you want to meet me too. My hair isn't growing, it's shorter than the last you saw. You know, couldn't keep up with the horrible environment here, had to cut something if not the veins. I forgot that I had promised you no self-torture, but guess what? I don't need to self torture anymore. It has found its way, so by not even trying, it's happening. Let me

When you hold hands, do you experience something strange? Strange in the sense of something you can't describe. Is it normal for it to make you grin or give you "butterflies in your stomach"? I was in front of him trying to cross the street that day when all of a sudden he grabbed my hand, moved forward, and asked me to walk with him. At that moment, I completely forgot that we were crossing a major road, forgot that there were so many people around us, I basically forgot everything. I was only aware that he was holding my hand. I kept staring at him, and we both experienced that breathtaking beauty together. We both grinned at each other. Later, when we returned to reality, he had dropped the hand, we had to find a way across the enormous building to go to the mall. We walked on. When we had to whisper, we got to a point where our hands met and our fingers aligned. We curled our fingers around each other's without even thinking about it. At that point, we were both t

 You must definitely be in pain. You have definitely been in bliss. You know that feeling when your heart feels like a bubble that is going to explode from just the slightest hint of both. You've probably felt your heart turn stone, tasted rust, and sat there, clicking your tongue again and again, tasting that taste each and every time it wanted you to vomit. That, and you have also had a belly full of butterflies when breathing has been a joy. It wasn’t the breathing that would make you shake when you exhaled; no, it was the one that came along with joy, calm, and cold. Now forget everything I just said and turn on the fan. Sit on the floor and put your back against something hard. Straighten up your back and let my words try to make you float. Close your eyes and sit in that classic convertible. She has black paint and deep cherry red leather seats. Feel your hands on that thin steering wheel. Feel the cold air on your face as you cruise down a two-lane road with nothing but clo

 Summer High Got a new Caption from the new "Ap Dhillon" song. I was once encouraged by a guy that I have more in common with boys than girls because all of my interests are so male-oriented. I viewed it as a complement, but some women could find it offensive because they love being women and control their bodies. However, to me, stating you're a man or you're a woman means the same thing since, at the end of the day, we're all humans. Some people don't like the terms "woman," "man," or "trans" used to describe them. Simply calling them and viewing them as another person going about their daily business would not harm their feelings. As this world strives to demotivate and discourage everyone that goes a little more to make themselves alive, I sincerely hope they find serenity here.

Illusion I know you're still there, supporting me to prevent my life from disintegrating, whether or not you read this blog. Perhaps it's called hope, or perhaps it's just my attempt to convince myself that you still care about or are concerned about me. Our mutual asks me about you, and I have nothing to say. I fiddle around with the words in the hopes that they will recognise that we are no longer speaking. Who made a mistake, what happened to the tiny space we made, and what went wrong? It's like realising one day that everything was a dream, that you didn't exist, and that the person I was spending time with was just a creation of my imagination. Is it just my imagination, or were you here? You know, see me soon so I don't develop into a freak from your memories, or never show up again and it'll be obvious that you never existed and it was all in my imagination. Whether you're a dream or a real person, you will always have a special place in my heart

With Love I live near an elderly couple who are continually telling me that their children were the only thing that kept their marriage together. I have witnessed them fighting and arguing, and I would have agreed with them if it weren't for their children. They must have split up a long time ago. The part I don't get is that when one person is in agony, the other person feels that suffering as well and makes sure to relieve their other half; similarly, when one person needs assistance, the better half is prepared to provide the greatest care possible. Why do they care what the other half is going through if they don't love each other and are only staying for their children? After all these years, either they haven't realised how crucial the other spouse is or they simply refuse to embrace the truth because they still remember their past transgressions. They have yet to discover the bond they truly share in their hearts.

 "Como Estas- How are you"  A very common phrase we hear almost everyday in our practical lives. We ask others how they have been and others ask us, how we are doing, but how many of you answer honestly? If you are feeling very happy, will you tell them 100% about your happiness or you'll just answer them as "You're doing good" which you know is a very normal day to day reply. If you are feeling sad, will you tell them about your sadness or you'll keep it to yourself? This question is so important and people hardly reply it seriously. We hear it so often that instead of explaining the whole story to them, we just keep it short and tell them that we are just doing fine.. Look them in the eyes and ask, how..

 Staying consistent is the most difficult part if it starts to become boring for you. How can one go to the gym everyday? how can a person watch a YouTube video for the course everyday? Well, some do it, everyday. The motivation that drives them to do it makes them different from the people who just leave it and procrastinate instead. Some people link their motivation with a human or an experience or a thing. They want to do it for them, they want to do it because of their past experience or they want to it for an object like money, but they still manage to complete their boring-not-so-boring tasks everyday. That's their super power, Amazing. Since a few days, I have been learning to stay consistent on my sleeping routine. No more late night movies, photo shoots, sleeping as early as possible and waking up early. It becomes a long day that makes it much achievable. Most of the days, I do it nicely but some days are m cheat days when there's no stopping me and I stay up all nigh