THE READING NOOK

My friend captioned her picture "Half of me is mine and the rest half is yours", and within moments i could see soo much wrong with that line. It was just a caption, no biggie. But lets face it this is what most of the people think when in love. But how about we change a few rules. Half of me is mine and rest is too, you can make good with my love or else you are most welcome to walk out right now. Now, here is a thing, with time we make mistakes and all this while it has been our fault, even if we don't accept it. Everyone knows it deep down that blaming doesn't help, we only went wrong somewhere which caused us to be in the situation. So eventually we don't like or love ourselves as much as we should. We believe or most girls believe that A NIGHT IN A SHINING ARMOUR will come and fix them, except nobody likes what's broken. And if you love someone else, you are obviously going to expect them to love you back, even if not the same amount because as a huma

   Two things girls are conscious about are their make up and their figure. Basically make up is used to hide something, that counts as flaws. But the way I see it is that we were made like that. I am not saying  using make up is wrong. But when its obvious that make up is a superficial way of beauty, why do people judge the girls who use makeup as artificial and pretentious ? Because no one is perfect. Everybody has their own way of making themselves look pretty and feel confident whether with or without make up, it shouldn't matter.   Then again comes up the issue of figure and weight. Every girl definitely wants to look slim and sexy but it is not as easy as it sounds and also not as easy to be maintained as it looks. A girl can have an amazing shape for a duration of her life and some can work hard enough to maintain it and some cannot. Mostly everyone has a phase when they don't care about shape and get fat or just plumped, and they then have to face body shaming. Both o

    When as a kid I heard the story of Peter Pan, I always thought how stupid he is, to never want to grow up. At that time growing up for me only meant having freedom. Freedom ? Having  freedom just meant having control of my life. I wanted to control everything in my life, I thought if I could make the decisions of my life then everything will be ok and I will always be happy. I always told my mother that wait for me to grow up and I will turn my world around. But little did I know that the world I had before was better, carefree and easy.    Eventually I grew up and one day to my surprise all I wanted to do was go back and scold my old self for not appreciating my childhood. Back then my only and biggest problem was to wake up early in the morning and not be late to school. And now sleep is a rare stoppage for me and the life I have now makes it harder to sleep at night. And I know that after some time I am going to miss what I have right now, still I never learn to appreciate th

        Its like a dark cage sometime, where I know nobody can hear me but i still want to talk. For once I want to talk and not be judged for who I am and what all I have done in my life. I know I have lied to many people and hurt plenty more but every time a part of my soul was burning in the cross fire. And I know it hurts, it hurts so bad. But now the pain has become a part of me and its like I cannot even feel it anymore. Now, I know how to shut it all down. But when has life not found a loop hole in the way I try to save myself from going to that dark place. Life gets to those triggers and once in a while it puts me through that hell. And for every time I get out, I am one step closer to losing control. I cannot afford losing control, because that is all I have got. It feels like I have gone numb due to the pain. There are days when the rising sun doesn't tempt me to wake up, get out of my bed. But does that even matter ? Now the night and the darkness attracts me. It just