Dear Journal,
I've been quite irritable and short lately with my parents. It's all this pent up anger inside over several things. What's the anger about? I've got to be angry with myself.
I'm angry for dating third-rate guys like Rohan Kotian and Bhabesh Sharma, who I was emotionally invested in. They in turn had no common interests with me, and were suffocating.
Shyam Kishore was disrespectful and emotionally abusive.
Thomas John was the bad sort. He raped me. Pradeep Nagar and Sumit Kumar did too. Ankit Mishra was abysmal.
I liked Guru, but he treated me like shit never once acknowledging me in public for two whole years.
I'm angry with myself that I've been abused and raped, and I feel somehow it's my fault.
Today I told off another guy, Varun Prabhu, who sends me inane messages at any odd hour of the day. I'm not interested.
Farzan treated me right but irate Ma spoke badly to him and he never called back.
Well, they say our circumstances are a reflection of who we are. I must be putting out some vibe out there. May be I don't like myself. Love thyself, know thyself. That's the quest.
I am grateful for this beautiful day.
I am grateful for Ma Baba and Buro.
I'm grateful for this fantastic job I have.
I'm grateful for my colleagues.
I'm grateful for this journal.
I'm grateful for me.
I'm grateful for my life.
I'm grateful for all the love I've ever received.
I'm grateful for all the sweet friends I've ever made like Nithya. She indeed is a sweet girl.
I'm grateful for how the future is unfolding.
I'm grateful for all the promise that life holds.
I'm grateful for me.
Love,
Me.
Comments
Post a Comment