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aurora ᕱ ᕱ 𝓯 em ㆍ 10.28 ㆍ infp

half- filipina ଓ ՟ angel ㆍ scorpio

i ♡ yuri ㆍ fall ㆍ aouad ㆍ hsr ㆍ anime

phantom busters ㆍ british shorthairs ㆍ rin

astrology ㆍ monkey gc ㆍ the pitt ㆍ guitar

spotify 🐾

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I yearn for the 2010’s I hate 2026 T^T

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July 6, 2020

What a time to be alive. It’s kinda crazy that the only way I can truly process my emotions is through blog posts. 

Somehow everything I’ve kept pent up tends to pour out whenever I write, which is cool I guess? Not sure what that means for the future and the communication road blocks I’m sure to run into though. 

Anyways, life is odd right now. I can feel my self getting tired of this new normal but more-so becoming anxious of going back to what used to be the norm. I’m scared I won’t be able to adjust to the sudden change and that I should start trying to get a head start. What will I do a year from now when my job has ended? Should I start upgrading my courses in case I want to do a masters? Should I be reaching out too advisors? Should I even be going to grad school?? 

Life is a mess. What’s new though? 

Triple A

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“Others measure life by the milestones you’ve achieved like graduating or getting married. It’s time for the metric to change.”

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May 29, 2020

Hello readers,

**Caution: This post is more embarrassing and depressing than usual. Proceed at your own cost. 

I feel like I’ve been waiting to write this post since last night. Today I woke up feeling in general off but also sad. We had some people coming over so there was a lot to prepare and help my mom with, so I didn’t even get to workout.

All day, it’s felt like I’ve been on the verge of tears. And not like one or two tears and then done, but like a full on sob. Even as I’m writing this, this feeling weighs down on me. I’m not fully sure why.

I can’t attribute it to one singular thing, but it must be a collection of everything that’s going on right now. I feel furious and a deeply rooted sadness for everything regarding George Floyd, the protests, and the #BlackLivesMatter movement. 

So when everyone arrived, that sad feeling was still lingering but I tried to push it away. At first I was nervous as to how the event would go, but as the evening continued it only reminded me of what used to be. What life was like when all these same people lived in the same city as us, how our biggest struggle used to be learning how to drive, and how life was so simple yet still so complicated. 

I guess as I write this post I’m just feeling sad in general. I feel sad that I’m growing up, and I feel sad about what that involves. 

While everyone was over, my mom got a call from my Mamo (uncle) saying my Nani Ami (grandma) is doing really badly, and to call her when we had time. And all I feel is deep sadness. 

It’s COVID season and I can’t send my mom to see her parents. My grandparents may pass away without all of their kids there since no one can travel due to COVID. And then to think about how this will effect my mom makes me want to lock myself up in my room and make time stop.

I think I’m scared because the biggest death in my life by far has been my dad. So because of that, I know the feeling of losing a parent is indescribable. I don’t want my mom to go through that. I don’t want her to be sad. It’s such a selfish thought since I know everyone must leave this world and I know she is more than capable of dealing with it as when I lost my dad, she lost her husband. But yet I still find this urge to shield her from this sadness. 

And then that brings me to my next thought, how I could possibly deal with the loss of my grandparents? In a way, it’s a loss of our last deeply rooted connection to Pakistan. Because no matter how “great” cousins are, no one will ever hold the same link as parents.

Right now all I pray is that my mom and her siblings are able to see their parents one last time before time has ran out. 

I think I have more thoughts and fears to explore but as I write this, the tears I’ve been holding in all day are finally starting to pour out. In a sense it’s good to let it out, but in another regard it’s hard to know what to do with these emotions. 

All I can do is pray. 

Additional Note: A bit after I wrote this my mom came into my room and we starting talking; about the situation and today. I feel so so much better (even though there isn’t really a resolution). Not sure how she can do that, but I am beyond blessed.

Thanks for reading,

Triple A