My mom's life if I wasn't born
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My mom's life if I wasn't born
Guys is it weird that I find Jungkookie a cute patootie?
I don't know where to start, but it feels like the walls are closing in on me, and the weight of everything is just too much to bear. The looming class 10th board exams are just around the corner, and instead of feeling a surge of determination, I'm drowning in a sea of loneliness and frustration.
These days, every moment seems to stretch longer than the last, and the ticking of the clock only serves as a constant reminder of the impending exams. Twelve days left, and I'm here, writing this blog post as a form of catharsis because it's hard to find solace anywhere else.
The truth is, I don't have anyone to share this burden with. No friends to lean on, no real confidantes to exchange nervous laughter with or share study tips. It's just me against the mountainous syllabus, and the isolation is suffocating. The silence in my room echoes louder than ever, amplifying the stress that reverberates in my mind.
And then there's family. Supposedly, they are the ones you turn to for support, but the atmosphere at home only adds to my distress. Every well-intentioned inquiry about my study progress feels like an interrogation, and the expectations hanging in the air make it hard to breathe. I wish they understood that their presence, though well-meaning, often becomes an additional hurdle in this uphill climb.
I hate that my mood has become a dark cloud that seems to follow me everywhere. I hate that the pressure of the exams is turning me into a stranger in my own home. I hate that I can't escape this overwhelming sense of dread, no matter how hard I try.
Sometimes, it feels like the world expects us to navigate through these crucial times alone. It's as if the collective stress of the student community is a given, and everyone should just figure it out. But what if you can't?
To those who might read this and relate, you're not alone. There's a silent army of students going through the same battles, facing the same struggles, and feeling the same isolation. It's okay to admit that you're not okay. It's okay to seek help, even if it's just a sympathetic ear or a virtual community that understands.
As the clock ticks away, and the pressure intensifies, I'm holding on to the hope that this too shall pass. That the exams are just a phase, and there's a light at the end of the tunnel. Until then, let's take it one day at a time and remember that it's okay not to be okay.
Hang in there.
-achlys
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Lemme just vent because my dad wouldn't understand
My dad is the most wonderful dad in the world. Every child feels that way towards their dad and so do I. He would fulfill my wishes and give me things which I never asked for but still surprise me with them. It's just such a wonderful bond. He always motivated me to work harder and always wants me to smile. I totally love him.
But from quite some time, I feel disconnected from him. Sometimes, I don't understand him. Sometimes, he doesn't understand me. God, it's so frustrating.
Ever since my brother has started to play cricket and told us he wants to pursue his career in it, my dad, being the most supportive dad in the world, has been helping and supporting my brother in every way. I'm very happy, at least my brother has his priorities set at the age of 9. When I was 9, all I could think was if I ate watermelon seeds, a tree might grow in my stomach lol.
But because of all this, me and my dad, we've become quite distant. We don't talk as much (not that we would talk much before all this but now it's just awkward). I feel uncomfortable to be with him. Even if he talks to me, it's always about my studies and my exams. As if I don't have a life outside of these.
His very presence just makes me feel inferior. His gaze is what I despise the most. It's like a king looking down upon his slaves. I know I'm exaggerating it, but to me it feels that way.
I wish he would talk to me about my day, not just lecture me about using my phone all day. I mean yes I do, but I'm not texting anyone. I don't even have real friends.
That's what makes me hate home AND school. I don't have real friends. I've already seen the true intentions of people quite many times and I don't think I wanna make more friends. At least not close friends. Every time I try to do so, they just end up excluding and hurting me so why bother now. I can't share how I feel to my parents without feeling guilty (I don't even know why, I just feel like I'm doing wrong by being sad when my parents try to keep me happy. But is that my fault?). I can't share it to any friend. Guess I'll just keep it bottled up. As if anyone would care. No one does. I'm nothing but an extension to my family and my "friends". Even if I wasn't there, everything would function normally.
I still feel like I wanna write more but I'll just end it here. I can just go on and on and then it'll be really boring. It already is but NOT LIKE YOU WOULD READ THIS AS WELL.
~achlys