You love me, but you want me to die before you?
My Unglamorous side or you can say this is the dark side of my story.
Behind this paragraphs of text is me. You can’t see me but you can read me. Despite…
How many times in a day do you check your circle of friends through social media? Rather than doing something fulfilling, you can…
That resentment. That sudden urge to become violent because you feel that things are…
The day I doubt my existence marks the day of my maturity, or in my parents’ opinion, maybe I need to…