“The hardest part of the end, is starting again” A lot of people don’t know how much I love Linkin Park. ‘Numb’ was the first English song I’d ever discovered, and there was no looking back ever since. A mix of rock/nu-metal, teenage angst, and understandable lyrics gave rise to a fan in me. It’s […]Read More My tryst with Linkin Park.
Some day, I will make decisions calmly. I’ll make them objectively, and they shall be good for me I’ll keep in mind myself and my future I’ll be level-headed, and I’ll trust my instincts (oh my instincts, that’s for another day) But for now, I shall be obscure and opaque I’ll run away from them […]Read More Decisions made in haste
Whew, what a weird month. From deciding that I’m going to pursue further studies to getting job offers without even applying for them to rejecting them and sitting with nothing, it’s truly been a wacky month for me. I don’t really know what’s next, and it’s a little unsettling to realise that I had the privilege of […]Read More Good problems to have.
I’m sitting in my hall, a little emotional. As the clock strikes two, I wonder how come these past days, nay years, have just flown by. It’s already been five days since I moved back, and every bit of myself wants to go back to Viman and hang out with J, K, and S. I […]Read More What next?
U’s movie had a very, very profound effect on me. I’m sitting here in the washroom all alone, the leaky faucet matching my tears drop for drop. It’s been a horrible month, all things considered. I know I throw that around a fair bit, but this past month really fucking has been. I’ve come to […]Read More Time to change.
Someone, a long while ago sent me this, when I told them I was going through a tough time, because it helped them get through a tough time. Goddamit H, I fucking hope you’re right. Because “don’t worry about it too much” isn’t really working.Read More Does it really get better?
I can’t write poetry for shit- I’ll leave that to R, B, P, and N. I tried, I honestly did- but I’m not going to malign poetry by calling a disjointed paragraph a poem. However, I will talk about what’s been bugging me. Fucking depression, man. It’s back, and it’s worse than ever. I’ve tried […]Read More This depression got the best of me.
it’s quiet in here. Peaceful, even, if not for the roars in my head. the tick of a clock, the hum of a radio, the occasional exchanged glance. the absence of words, the presence of silence, grows more unsettling by the second. that silence is deafening. it could be quiet to you, but not for […]Read More silence.
Well, the title is a clickbait (who knew a BuzzFeed contributor could do that :O). But the sentiment that the line from a Simple Plan song still resonates with me. It’s a song from a son to his father, talking about how he’s disappointed him all along, and apologises for just not being good enough. […]Read More I’m sorry, I can’t be perfect.
In the past month, I haven’t caught a break. Day after day, I’ve bled friends. Even worse, I’ve lost a lot of respect, for actions I’m not sure I should’ve been penalised for. It fucking sucks. I’m still here, though. Same person, same attitude, same flesh. It’s really saddening to look around class and feeling […]Read More I’m sorry I’ve hurt you.