I reached for my hidden journal and wrote a note to my future self to live. To actually live her life and remember me, her younger self, that is desperately waiting to live a life I am in control of.
A series of events triggered the response to writing, a response so strong I couldn’t possibly ignore it.
This diary entry is for all the woman who feel they are too much. It’s for all the times men have showed up in our lives empty handed and selfish. It’s for all the times our feelings have been disregarded.
Being completely alone is probably my biggest fear.
Desi culture, breaking off a toxic relationship, spilling it on blank pages of my journal and how Chinese takeout never left my side.