I kind of hate this feeling.
I was a happy girl laughing to myself and screaming in excitement all to myself and not giving a damn about what people might think. But somehow these days it feels like me blushing over a love story seems cringy to myself, me smiling hard making me question am I not too old for this?
Don't know when I grew out of my simple happiness, don't know when these standards of society rubbed on me so hard.
But it is suffocating when it feels like I'm wearing a skin that doesn't fit me.
-Laxmi Bhargavi Golla
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SUICIDE LETTERS
RandomI'm fine but I still write them sometimes... I think we all do it, we all feel it. We try not to give into them but sometimes we stay in that sadness and let ourselves read those rotten thoughts.
