Dear Aditi,
My dad made me work. I don't like working. But he made me work for mine own good apparently and now I am tired and my brain is a little bit mushy. I do feel a slight amount of satisfaction for finally doing something with my life but then again I think why am I doing this with my life.
I want to do design. I have wanted the same thing for years, and now it's so close by and I can't help but wonder if I am really doing what I want to.
And I know it's probably just me feeling scared of everything, which is also very unlike me. One of my key traits is that I am confident, not in talking to people, but with what I am. But today I don't feel it. My confidence took a day off and left me lying on the floor complaining to my mom about the meaninglessness of life. My mom, being true to herself, told me to stop fooling around and left the room. Things like this make me confident that I am not adopted.
Anyway, back to my confidence. It's still there. It better be, because otherwise how can I be that obnoxious fool who winks at themselves in the mirror. And never fails to talk about themselves, so much so that even people I am not so close to learn the small details about me. Or the bigger details. Like how my favourite colour is orange. And I really like orange juice.
But recently, I have stopped consuming as much orange juice as I am used to. Instead, I have substituted the only healthy thing in my life for Coke. Great going there, Upasana.
But here is what my brain came up with. I can't sleep all day. So I need caffeine. I don't like coffee. So Coke it is, with barely caffeine in it. So it does really help at all.
But I am a genius so it's alright.
kay, bye.
upa.
My dad made me work. I don't like working. But he made me work for mine own good apparently and now I am tired and my brain is a little bit mushy. I do feel a slight amount of satisfaction for finally doing something with my life but then again I think why am I doing this with my life.
I want to do design. I have wanted the same thing for years, and now it's so close by and I can't help but wonder if I am really doing what I want to.
And I know it's probably just me feeling scared of everything, which is also very unlike me. One of my key traits is that I am confident, not in talking to people, but with what I am. But today I don't feel it. My confidence took a day off and left me lying on the floor complaining to my mom about the meaninglessness of life. My mom, being true to herself, told me to stop fooling around and left the room. Things like this make me confident that I am not adopted.
Anyway, back to my confidence. It's still there. It better be, because otherwise how can I be that obnoxious fool who winks at themselves in the mirror. And never fails to talk about themselves, so much so that even people I am not so close to learn the small details about me. Or the bigger details. Like how my favourite colour is orange. And I really like orange juice.
But recently, I have stopped consuming as much orange juice as I am used to. Instead, I have substituted the only healthy thing in my life for Coke. Great going there, Upasana.
But here is what my brain came up with. I can't sleep all day. So I need caffeine. I don't like coffee. So Coke it is, with barely caffeine in it. So it does really help at all.
But I am a genius so it's alright.
kay, bye.
upa.
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