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PO# 600651
India
India
Not Like Everyone. Don't Hesitate In Writing Me A Letter! :) Instagram: @_scas_
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January 17, 2018
Dahmi Kalan, India

Ah this is weird. I don't know why I'm writing this in the first place, but I guess, I gotta get it out, so here it goes.

Hi everyone. I hope you guys are living the life you all have dreamt of. As of me, I've stopped dreaming now. Yes, this is another pessimistic rant of mine, so if you wish to leave, you're free to do it.

If you've stayed, thank you. It's because of you that I'm still feeling somewhat alive. I've been having many emotional turmoils lately, since last month basically. Some really close to me know about it, but the most of you didn't know. You might have assumed, given the late quotes, but yes, I'm addressing the elephant in the room. I've stopped being happy, for the most...

MARTIN LUTHER KING JR
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December 31, 2017
 

Dear anyone and everyone reading this,

So 2017.

I'll call this year, the Rollercoaster of my life.

It started with me being tensed, about the boards and stuff. It was hard for me to see, and feel how early the exams were coming.

Here's my life in 2017.

In January, I stopped using social media, specially Instagram. And I didn't write anything, till the very end of it, and what I wrote, turned out to be one of the best I've ever written.

In February, I wrote daily, but never posted. I was studying my ass off, just so I score good. And I have no idea where the month went in Practicals and stuff. Those late nights, and coffee were enjoyable though.

In March, Boards came. A thing every st...

CHRISTMAS ICON
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December 11, 2017
 

Dear ex,

It's funny that I'm writing this to you, even though I know, you can't see this. And also, I know you couldn't care less. Like you didn't when you broke my heart. The heart I gave to you with all my courage, to keep it safe, to keep it away from misery. Alas, I didn't know that I walked in the lion's mouth myself.

You took it, and threw it so far away, that it's been hard for me to find, even now. I don't know what I have. A prpxy heart, maybe? It does nothing, you know. It just pumps the blood in my soulless body till the time my name is to be doomed. But didn't you, already? Dooming me ever since we first talked. You had me, fooled in your talks. I give you credit for that.

Whe...

HUMAN RIGHTS DAY
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November 16, 2017
Dahmi Kalan, India

Dear someone who used to be mine,

I had no idea about what to call you, so I called you this. Even though I question myself, if you were ever mine, but okay.

Firstly, how are you? Well, I hope. I want you to be well. I can't be a prick, wishing for you to suffer the same as I did, and so genuinely, I wish you wellness and health.

Wondering why I'm writing to you, out of the blues? Well, you gave me a visit. No physically, but in my dreams. Yesterday night. I have no idea how, and such a complicated dream it was, but it wide opened the wounds I had bee  trying to cover since so long. Not all to failure. I did succeed a number of times.

Yes, I "did". Now, again, I'm vulnerable. With all th...

NOVEL WRITING MONTH
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November 8, 2017
 

Not proofreading. More of a rant.

Why don't I want anyone to fall in love with me?

This is something I've been thinking a lot about, and maybe that is why it is going to be like it is.

I've been told that I'm really good as a person, and that the girl I'll love, or love will be, or is, very lucky, respectively. But do I think the same? I used to.

It makes me wonder, actually. If those girls were so lucky, why did they leave me? Wasn't it love? Maybe it was, but they left me because of my flaws. Flaws that I didn't know existed before they left.

I'm clingy. A big one. And that's one. I can piss the shit out of someone just by bugging them all the time. I just need someone to tell me that...

SYMBOL OF FREEDOM
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