A Letter to Myself

I love the way you smile the way you squint your eyes when you laugh I love the way you dance when no one’s around I love the way you talk about things you love the books you’ve…
I love the way you smile the way you squint your eyes when you laugh I love the way you dance when no one’s around I love the way you talk about things you love the books you’ve…
most days the sea of sadness engulfs you like a tsunami that swallows homes people and the earth you drown and you drown until you can’t ask for help anymore you drown till you cannot differentiate between these…
Ma, You say psychology was your favourite subject. Then why is that you fail to understand me? You ask me “What problems can you possibly have? You’re only seventeen” But how do I tell you Ma? How do I tell…