Dear Journal,
I must be like my parents. "If you stare long enough into an abyss, the abyss will stare back into you."
Parents hurt. All parents hurt. How can Ma, being a woman herself, tell me that Mr Tantric did not molest me? Why does Baba not understand the seriousness of how his decisions impact my life?
I am more privileged than the average Indian girl, but I know the pain of every Indian girl. After all I'm an Indian? I love my country but the wanderlust is taking over me bit by bit.
I want to buy a house of my own. I want to live by myself.
Does anyone even love me? I mean romantically. Yes. There are those odd boring guys who call now and then. I want to make a windfall of money. I love my family. Today they are all I know.
I miss Dimma. What would she think about me today? Why are Ma and Pa so aggressive? Why do people only badmouth each other? Where is the love?
Imagination may make the world go around. But reality is a million times more interesting.
Love,
Me.
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