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Day 5. July 16th, 2018

Do not put me under the category of "type". The concept of a human being having a "type" is an insult to the unpredictability of the universe and my own personal ability to be my own person. When she hummed with an eye on my partner, and said "looks like someone has a type", with the thought of compaeing me to someone else, it burned. Perhaps that was her intention.

Don't categorise people. Do not remove individuality for the sake of your own egotistical thoughts.

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Day 4. July 14th, 2018

The child could feel it, starting in her fingertips. A kind of wonder, a kind of warming magick. She smiled endlessly, her cheeks full of flush. She would make what hadn’t been possible of her father, she would do it. She could feel it.

She put out her hands, palms hovering over the earth, and energy sparked between them like lightning. It ignited her soul, her heart about ready to burst. Her arms shot up to the sky, and she gave a howl of noise in cheer as the lightning ignited the sky, shooting out from under her nail beds. The sky thundered, clouds gathered, and it began to rain for the first time in one seven years.

She had done it, she had made it rain! The city could once again become paradise, she was sure of it. The trees could bloom and bear fruit, the vines could grow over the brittle brick, the gold could become common rather than precious. She would make it so,

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Day 3. June 28th, 2018

The flower inhales sharply, the air rustling around it. It does not know what will happen in the next moment, in fact it has no grasp on time at all.

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Day 2. June 27th, 2018

Inside is stifling, too many people, with their gleaming, watching eyes. Too many people with their eyes trained specifically on me. I do my best not to think about it, but the heat crawls up my neck, the itch scratches at my throat, I feel every last nerve ending in my body become alight.

If there was one thing, just one, that I didn’t lose at. I wish it would be my ability to let others take hold of my soul, and shape it like clay ready for the mould.

I am a small child being cradled in the hands of giants. My soul is withered and beaten down, I am not who I wish to be.

My hands begin to shake and I need to get out of here, I need to escape. The eyes, I feel them on me, I know they watch me. The gazes of others practically burns, and I wish that fire would just consume me whole instead of allowing me to suffering endlessly. But no, and so with my shame I leave.

Not a single eye follows, because not a single eye was watching in the first place. I just thought they were, because in that moment, I was more in my head than I was in the room itself.

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Day 1. June 26th, 2018

She awoke with a start. Blood streaming down her chin. She had bitten off her tongue in the night, and would quite possibly never speak again. She arose from her bed, tossing the sheets to the floor as she rushed to the bathroom to inspect. Opening her mouth was a difficulty, for any movement made the pain throb in waves, her heartbeat rushing to her face.

From behind her there was a scream, as her roommate witnessed the mangled state of her. She too would have screamed if she had seen such a thing in the middle of the night. She tried to calm her roommate, but the girl would hear none of it, shaking her had with her hands over her ears, repeating this isn’t happening this isn’t happening. But, it wasn’t happening. Not to her at least. Her reaction though, dictated that perhaps she was the one who would come out of this more damaged.

She slapped her roommate quick and fast, snapping her out of her stupor, then she grabbed her cellphone and wrote in a text. Calm down, I just bit off my tongue.

Oh, said her roommate as she took a few breaths, hand over her heart, sorry, there’s just so much blood and I--sorry.

She rolled her eyes and went back to cleaning up her face. Disinfecting it was very important, so she did so immediately, swishing coconut oil around her mouth in an attempt to soothe it.

Even so, even after it healed, she would live the rest of her life without forming another word aloud.

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Day 5: March 25 2015

So it might not have been the most intense day for me, but it probably was for a lot of people I think. Reason being that Zayn Malik just quit One Direction. Even saying it sounds so weird, I mean, 1D isn't really my usual cup of tea but they've just always been this really strong group of 5 whose identities have stuck out. Zayn being the first guy with Pakistani roots in an unbelievably successful/famous band might be one of the reasons he appeals so much to Desis, but regardless of the reason, 1D and no Zayn Malik is such weird. And that's coming from me. I can only imagine how much worsening the true 1D fanatics actually feel. I actually feel really bad for the fans who paid crazy amounts of money just to buy tickets and if getting a chance to see him was one of their main reasons. But, you never know, he might just visit Dubai for some other reason yeah? That aside, I went to this party where I met a girl who's going to get married pretty soon. It was so refreshing to talk to her, and I'm so happy for her! I hope her journey after marriage is a really happy one. One thing struck me as odd though and it was how much old school Desi mentality considers pretty much everything that doesn't fall under the category of blatantly-following-without-arguing as disrespectful and uncultured. I have a feeling I'm going to be writing a detailed post about this very soon. I'm just really tired right now so I'm going to sleep. Being at home is the best feeling in the world.