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Humans do cry

Here I am again crying in my blog. I so wanted to be free, that I cage myself again. Funny isn’t it, to be somebody and then taking off your mask and realising that you suck at being happy too. Dude! Trust me this thing has now conquered my head to be a Queen that I don’t want to be somebody else again. Why is it so hard for me to be the girl that doesn’t mirror but be?

Why is it so annoying when somebody from the past comes with no intention to harm but to set me free from the burden that I thought would kill me all my life? Why does my happiness become their happiness and all of a sudden there is no such thing as a betrayal.

I don’t betray but I become somebody who doesn’t care and not caring makes me so pissed at times. Trapped in my thoughts I’ve become a trash bin. Do you know how it feels to be in a trash bin? My thoughts stink at times and all I do is crying.

To the one who is reading this. Sorry, it’s was just a bad day in my life. I am not depressed nor am I complaining about my life. I am fine, I am a human. Humans are desperate for love and so was I.

Goodnight people.

Wearing your crown high doesn’t mean you’ll lose your emotions.

Worship your sentiments before they destroy you.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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