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A love letter to myself

 I know it’s a little awkward and probably slightly embarrassing, but why do you need a love letter , From yourself? 1.  You are worthy of this. 🤘 2. You are loved and you need to know why!👌 3. Nobody knows you better than me! 😎 4. You never got one from anybody else ! 😃😂 5.  We’re one hundred percent connected in a way no one could ever understand.  As far as the awkwardness is concerned ...Maria, you have a never ending list of embarrassing things you have done and this should not scare you. I love you because you are silly and know how to have fun! I love you because you know what makes you happy and you surround yourself with it. I left you floundering on your own, to rely on strength and encouragement from others (strangers) when it was I who should have held you up. When it was I who S hould have praised you and appreciated you for the wondrous person you are! For all the beauty and life you bring to this w...

Is it okay to romanticize my lifestyle?

Hi people! Yesterday , the mood was minus 100 degrees cold . One must never underestimate the benefit of a power nap. You wake up as a slightly better oriented person.  Time , sleep and food solves most things , And the things these can't solve , you have to solve yourself. So , this morning ( Rainy and cosy) I wake up to amazing weather and alternating personality.  Only focus today was to reach the restroom as soon as possible. Weak bladders are a curse, and I’ll write an emotional piece about it one day. For once , I wanted to hurry up , get done with plans and the very next moment slow down and live in the moment. This reminds me of my toddler days. Since the day of my birth , I always wanted to hurry up on things that resulted in a clumsier adult version of mine. My mom divided equal amount of Maggi between us , sisters . I was the one , who would hurry up , gulp as much as I could whereas my sister would savour the noodles with gravy in right a...

Mood - Minus 100 degrees . Cold.

I wake up, scared. I don't want to leave the comfort of my bed. I don't sleep at all otherwise. It really takes a lot of willpower to study by yourself all these 18 subjects. Easier said than done. I try studying using various methods but fall flat on my face. But the attempts I makes way to  the next step. I was supposed to waltz through the study plan , not stumble. I don't understand the 12-18hrs per day strategy. The dreamy heads like me lose focus after 10 minutes straight.In 12 hrs I have dreamt over 12thousand times. I was supposed to be a tidal wave of energy , not the tired bag of bones and cellulite. Studying on the bed , studying on the reading table have cancelled each other. Nothing helps.  Discussions with friends end up with endless gossips. I am afraid, unready, hoping that no one saw behind the facade of calm. I know that the world expects you to have it all figured out, that there's a reason a quarter life crisis isn't a ...