Jo Bhi- Whoever

Be very compassionate with yourself. Being rude to someone else will damage them, but being mean to yourself creates havoc in the world and has an impact on everyone in your immediate vicinity. People come and go, mistakes are made, but you move on. Bringing old memories with you would only be a burden, so leave them where they are, put them behind you, and do your best to forgive and move on. I was asked to keep writing by a friend who could resonate with my words and the ideas I was expressing. Things went bad, but adulting happened to us, and in the course of understanding what it means to be an adult, we learnt to forgive each other, thus here we are after everything, sharing what made us do it all. It's always better to forgive because otherwise it'll only keep irritating you. Today, in my dried petals, I discovered a cute little translucent caterpillar. I could recognise its droppings, the food inside its body, and the food that was outside, clung to it. I initially st...

After a down, you will definitely get a high. A real high in life, not the high you get from smoking up. Lol.  Yesterday I cried constantly, and now I'm at my happiest. Maybe because I had a positive outlook and the day was enjoyable, or perhaps because I went outside and took in the good vibes, which made me feel better. Possibly either. Some people actually have quite nice relationships with their parents. I have friends who practically live in the same house as their parents, enjoy themselves, and crack jokes. I don't really understand what really is wrong in my relationship because both sides want to make things better, but whenever we try, we only move farther, not closer. I'm also working on it. Our strategies will complement one another and make us all feel better, just as my exercise will make me stronger in the future. Just stay, if your parents are pressuring you to do so. You won't have to wake up every night feeling guilty that you let them down, disappoi...

 "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...