I feel so good that I got a mutual like @intellectual6666 who, even after being younger than me, tolerates my rants and gives me advice. She is the first one who carefully, sincerely and calmly understood the things which I shared with her as if she is my own younger sister..
I am very much thankful to god for bringing her in my life.. When no one was there with me, she understood my pain.. (She is soooo much like me, because I never hesitate to help others when they are feeling down). A listener also needs a listener and she is my listener and I am hers too. I really love you Ayushi, tui na thakle ajke ami hoyetoh ar kaoke trust korte partamna. Tor boka ami khabo because tui amar bon er moto so didi der o bokuni khete hoye bon der thekeđ¤đ¤.. A thank you won't be enough.. đđđđ
It's the 13th day. No steps taken by the people who need to take steps.
hii! amio āĻŦāĻžāĻāĻžāϞāĻŋ! nice to meet you :D
hiii! Nice to meet you too!! Would love to interact with you!! â¨đ anek bhalobashaaa!
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'Unfortunately, People have the rights to decline your love no matter how pure your intention are! You are not what they want.'
Its hard to accept the reality when the person was never yours..
"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited."
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals
exam officially got over yesterday. As usual I installed Instagram and the first thing I did was to open the profile of Shreya Chatterjee.. (Usually th first thing I do is open tumblr to check on the only friend I have in tumblr.. after that I had a bad event so). Scrolling through her profile makes me feel so calm and drifts me away from all my overthinkings and insecurities... Her poems, her photographs, her spotify playlist everything is on point...
To have a profile like her is also my wish... I have found out that Shreya Di and me are quite similar in some stages, for example we both love our culture, we love all the languages and traditions of our country, the way we think is also quite similar... Her profile is so aesthetic and cozy it really makes me feel good! Yesterday I spent hours on her profile.. Sometimes I cried, sometimes I laughed seeing her feed..(I was also going through something and as soon as I opened her account i started crying anyways.. No emotional talks)... I really admire her...
With Love,
Hiya~
My playlist of bangla gaan.....
such a beautiful poem.. đâ¨
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MY GOODNESS!?!
Seeing my previous posts made me believe the fact that I was into serious depression. My goodness..
Why did I behave like that.. Ebaba.. I feel so sorry for myself..
Whatever happened was for my good.. I really don't wanna discuss about that stuff which happened, and many more stuffs which happened this year, which is the cause of huge depression. The reason I left tumblr was depression. The way in which I was treated by someone unknown, my relatives, family, made me believe that I was worthless and I don't have any sort of ability, potential, capability.
After I left tumblr, I started to focus on myself. Studying and going on small one day trips, small gossip session with friends, going out with friends etc.. I was so into depression that I got into binge eating disorder.
Anyways.. Whatever happened has happened for my good. If those would not have happened from February till December, I would have never realized that I was worthy, capable and had a lot of potential..
I know I have good judgment, I know I have good taste
It's funny and it's ironic that only I feel that way
I promise 'em that you're different and everyone makes mistakes
But just don't
I heard that you're an actor, so act like a stand-up guy
Whatever devil's inside you, don't let him out tonight
I tell them it's just your culture and everyone rolls their eyes
Yeah, I know
All I'm asking, baby
Please, please, please
Don't prove I'm right
And please, pleasĐĩ, please
Don't bring me to tĐĩars when I just did my makeup so nice
Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another
I beg you, don't embarrass me, like the others, oh
Please, please, please
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Heeramandi (2024)