Point of view
Alag hai mera POV
alag hai meri zindagi
One more time you feeling
One more tim
Point of view 

Conflict

Dying

Exhausted

I'm available for anyone who just wanna share their feelings about anything no matter what just tell me your sorrows to feel a little lighter, I'm here for you don't worry. I'll not judge anyone or give useless suggestions, I'm just here to listen to you...❤❤

Acquaintance

All my life I was the last choice, be it as a friend, best friend or anything, even in my family (though they won't accept it, but action speaks louder than words). Sometimes I wonder whether or not I will be anyone's first choice. Or will I be always treated as an option. 

3am Thoughts

I do not know what tomorrow would bring but i'm gonna live for today. Breathe, move and survive.

Adulting

me: sends hi in grp chat..,
no one replies to it...
me: finding delete option, but there's not such thing exist
*reports my own text and leaves the group*

Can someone please tell me, is it true that stoles and scarfs are not allowed in Corporates..?
Because I've seen a lot of women working in Indian wear and scarfs in reputed companies!!

Discrimination

Why do we feel alone, although we have some people around us!!!

Lonely

My childhood. Also, I'm 11.
I say childhood because that ended quickly for me. I'm very traumatized I just dont remember the worst things, but I do remember the sexual assault. Lets start off early. When I was in kindergarten my "Boyfriend" would always touch me even when I asked him to stop. That lasted until second grade, and while that was happening. In first grade, my mom met my step dad. No, my step dad didn't do anything, But my step brother would. We would always play these games where he would give me a head start to run up the stairs and I would try to close the door behind me before he dragged me down the stairs (they were carpeted) It was a regular game for my other siblings, But for me, he would touch me when he pulled me down the stairs. One night, I went to the basement because I heard something, and he was watching a video of my mom and his dad having sex with his pants down, he was watching it with my brother. They both looked at me and chased me up the stairs, I thought we were playing the game. He then proceeded to take off my clothes and my underwear, I still thought we were playing. He then touched me and got really close to... you know, but my brother stopped him because I started crying. My step brother tried to keep going but my little brother stopped him. I don't remember all that happened after that. Maybe he did... you know. I don't want to know. I just know that that day was the day I started to feel useless. My mom and his dad divorced, but they had a kid. So every once in a while when i see him, he talks about how he liked that night and how he wants to do it again. So, I guess maybe it did happen. Maybe I "popped my cherry" I don't want to live knowing that is a possibility. I just wish that memory was completely wiped

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