Are you afraid of being alone?

Which is true . I have no one.

Yeah, yeah ik my outfit was straight out of fairytale.

I miss myself. But ik the real me…

How would you define love?

After continuously failing people laugh at me and my dreams.

Heheheh<3

Am I afraid of being alone? Not really…..Ok! well sometimes ofcourse when I see on quora people being hyped in comment section by someone' who has they back, instagram besties and many more.

Why cant school buses ditch kids who are late to the bus at the school? Like on the way home, if a kid is late when all the others arrived to the bus on time, why cant they leave the late kid behind since its not fair to the on time kids to wait?

Or maybe it did. But i didn't care. Or I was running from the fact that I have no one.

I had good people around me. But eventually people fade or maybe I was just with them because I wanted to feel the void of my emptiness.

No no it was not only him. As i have been mentioning in my answers that I have been replaced many times since childhood. That kinda haunts me now but this fact never bothered me before.

How do you feel about the impending end of what Donald Trump calls "the Green New scam"?

I was complete emotionally dependent on him with my filtered version. He still doesn't know the real me( I was scared if I will loose him if I show him my real side).

The only song I want to dedicate is MAIN AGAR KAHOON..

But my scars grew deeper & darker. So much so that I feel like no concealer nor any chemical peel treatment can fade them away.

What is a good comeback for when someone calls you flat?

Though now I'm sharing all to my bff(god). Although he watches me every sec and knows what exactly am doing.

Thank you for being here.

Anyways after all this I got so humble yet so quiet.

What was your most embarrassing and humiliating bare bottom spanking?

And do I have complains? - no not anymore.

Although am still on the journey to heal my self so that my broken parts don't cut innocent people.

I need to accept the fact that I have no one. Like no one….

Are you happy that soon we will never hear from Kamala Jones again?

Then i slowly developed this self love when I didn't even know what self love is. I loved my company. But as I entered into high school people around me forced to believe that you need people around. As I was always bullied in my high school.

These days are not really great for me. I don't get the usual breakdowns like before. But I have this sudden ache in my heart and flashback of how people treated me since class 1. But i often crave for someone to listen to me. So that my head gets free.

Someday my prayers, my tears, my faith , my hardwork everything is going to give me answers that am actually trying to find for.

Do you know a good lawyer joke?

All the scars because some boy replaced me?

‘So I can't really expect someone to wipe my tears while they are bleeding internally”. - quote by me.

Understandable after all everyone is dealing with something or the other. That I have no idea about.

I’m wondering about attachment and transference with the therapist and the idea of escape and fantasy? How much do you think your strong feelings, constant thoughts, desires to be with your therapist are a way to escape from your present life? I wonder if the transference serves another purpose than to show us our wounds and/or past experiences, but is a present coping strategy for managing what we don’t want to face (even if unconsciously) in the present—-current relationships, life circumstances, etc. Can anyone relate to this concept of escape in relation to their therapy relationship? How does this play out for you?

But sometimes I crave to be seen when I'm quiet externally and my head is full of thoughts which trying so hard to get out, but me shutting it down everytime cause no body cares.

Yesterday my heart cried alot but not my eyes. Cause my eyes have no tears left. Now only my heart aches and cries. I may seem very quiet and happy in the outer world. But my inner world has collapsed so bad that I'm still finding my pieces to fix my heart’s puzzle. But how could I? I have left my parts with the people who never really cared about me.

I had no guts to make new friends. And then college happened.

You hold the door open for a lady and she stops in her tracks and screams at you, ‘Don’t hold the door for me! I’ll get it myself!’ What are your feelings or immediate reaction?

At times I often think that is it me?Who was once geet…. complete package of chatter box anyone can ever find.

This one question that left my eyes teary was.Will someone pick up the call if I call them mid night? - answer is sure shot (NO).

I was in hostel so it was all day studying hostel and not like pgs, nor Allen. It was like chaitnya and Narayana but some other college.

How do I rat my boss out for serial cheating on his wife?

Anyways people leave. So did he. He was different for me but he did leave……not leave actually he replaced me at the end just like everyone. Even after knowing my scars. He concealed it with some cheap concealer( which were ofcourse his promises). Afterall it was cheap concealer. As time passes cheap concealer leaves patches on your face. Which does look like fresh scars which were highlighted.

How immature…

Toodles🦭

What are your thoughts on a Russian poetry prize banning entries from transgender people? Why is Russia so transphobic?

As i was a kid.

I was always alone (no friends). Everyone around me were already in schools getting into high school. And I use to barely speak a word. As i was born late to my parents.

I have beautiful people in my friends list offline and online. But its just that I don't get the love I want.

Why do people stay in cults after they have joined?

I use to feel always alone. Always. Though I had people around me and the most pampering childhood. But no one of my age who would understand my emotions well and play the exact game I want to. In schools I was introvert. If i ever made a friend I use to get replaced cause I was not like others. I was very calm. I did all the fun around people who i considered to be mine only bestie.

As I have already mentioned I was in relationship 🤡. So I use to feel he is going to be with me. Big big joke.

So grateful that atleast god listens to me. Without giving me advices of how and why…blah blah.. he just listens.

Libtards argue Obama deported more people than Trump, but if that were true why weren't they comparing Obama to Idi Amin?

Image source - me

Though these days I'm being hyped up by <3 Poonam in my comment section. Grateful that my virtual people are best than offline people.

Im trying to learn about me. The day isn't so far when I completely be fine with being my ownself. After all everyone is so tired to have me around. Nor am being myself anymore.

I'm not looking for a boy to complete me.