Dear Journal,
I sent the hate note for Ma to a bunch of people. I was so low. This morning I called an ngo for counselling. It helped.
One thing I've decided: I'll never end anything I write with hate and negativity, always with hope and positivity as before.
I love Ma. She is my kaleje ka tukda. Pa is my marshmallow. And foul mood is hormonal. It doesn't discount the fact that my parents are absolutely adorable.
Love,
Me.
I'm grateful for my kaleje ka tukda and my marshmallow.
I'm grateful for my little one.
I'm grateful for my Melony hai Chocolatey.
I'm grateful for Shanky.
I'll always be true to my family.
I'm grateful for all my work. I hope to work till my dying breath.
I'm grateful for the counseller I spoke to today. He was really good.
I'm grateful for my struggles because they've made me more empathetic.
I'm grateful for Natasha.
I'm grateful that Pujo is coming up.
I'm grateful for the rains.
I'm grateful for all my friends.
I'm grateful for life.
I'm grateful for the future. Really look forward to it.
I'm grateful for my job.
I'm grateful for Quitsure.
I'm grateful for quitting smoking.
I'm grateful for me.
I'm grateful for my shonas.
I'm grateful for all those who love me.
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