A dull face, drooping shoulders and weighed down feet. It's what defined her nowadays. The world wasn't closing down on her anymore. It felt like it was expanding, all away from her. There was a distance between her and her life. She wasn't a participant, or even a spectator. She was an uninvited guest peeking in her life.
— % &She didn't feel sad or depressed or lonely anymore. She felt defeated. Defeat is a different feeling. Every other emotion stems from your expectations being defeated by someone else. You can fight everything, but who will you fight when you've lost from yourself?
— % &She walks up to her mirror everyday and recognises the person. It was all her - the eyes she'd tired from the blue screens, the acne she refused to do anything about, the terrible haircut she didn't know how to manage, a mouth she feeds to keep herself alive. She was the most drab and uninspiring thing she'd seen in her life.
— % &One day she rings up her mother and asks her "Why did you give birth to me?". She wasn't even looking for an answer. She heard a loud sign from the other end and put down the call. She sits down and writes an epitaph for herself. She didn't want to die, but she wanted to be prepared. She writes:
— % &"Here lies a person who lived, laughed, loved
And lied."— % &
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