Dismay
On days, to her dismay when things stopped making sense to her she realised that no matter how thick skinned she tries to be but there are millions of electrifying nerve endings in there. Those are the nights when she is open and exposed and feeling too much is when she ends up writing an eulogy as to the kind of person she used to be. She was always trying too hard to be the most chill and fabulously blaze person ever. Thankfully l have realised that the need to like everybody and be liked by the same set of folks is a colossal waste of time. Just because you are unable to strike a chord with that individual does not make you an insatiable monster. All of us are so deliciously complex and messy in our heads that suddenly you have that unflinching desire to run away from the whispering raspy voices that keeps lurking in your head for the quivering choices you have made. With all the set backs, she plans to guard her truest self and cover it with masks, because. with her true self an...