u/iWrite-

Please don't ever fucking call me. I am NOT a call person. I'll never be. Cuz when i speak on the call you'll probably have an idea about my mood by listening to my tone and if i text you'll have no fucking idea about the storm thats going on inside of me.

And fun fact you won't be able to guess what's going on even if I talk to you on call. You'll probably assume im just MAD or SAD. Bcoz I'm only able to express these two emotions. I can't express if im confused , lonley, miss home, stressed, anxious or anything. And tbh even i don't know what i am out of these. Bcoz everytime its a mix a of all these.

So please just don't ever call me , or try to understand bcoz i know even if you really really really do care (which u probably not bcoz we all have already enough going on in our lives) I won't be able to explain. I haven't even been able to figure out myself then how do you expect me to explain in to you.

Just text me , this way no one will have to worry about me and will never find out about the storm.

I'll handle it myself, i always have been...

The fear of losing someone you love won't make anything better even if you finally lose them. 

The greif would be the same. But the fact you spend all your time thinking that one day they'll leave and not to get attached will eventually ruin yourself.

 Don't ever be scared to give your best even if u think its all gonna end one day. 

Don't limit your love for them, its never a waste.

The fear of losing someone you love won't make anything better even if you finally lose them.

The greif would be the same. But the fact you spend all your time thinking that one day they'll leave and not to get attached will eventually ruin yourself.

Don't ever be scared to give your best even if u think its all gonna end one day.

Don't limit your love for them, its never a waste.

The bricks of the walls remains the same

The sheets on the bed, the rooms, the clothes and everything 

The only thing which changes is your presence in these rooms

Your habits, your favourite food, your things they all might have gone...

But your memories of being here, can't be sure will ever go

i write bcoz i won't be able to say it out loud anyways.