Little things and fault lines!

Lust is often misunderstood to be love. Lust is the state of being completely lost in the emotion of unreasoning desire. A decision to commit oneself to another and to work through conflicts instead of giving up is what is love.        It’s not love if yelling at her in an argument doesn’t make your throat burn like you just downed 6 shots. It’s not love if her eyes can’t make you stop in your tracks and think about what you’re going to say next. It’s not love if her laugh doesn’t make you tense up at your knuckles thinking about never hearing it again. If her voice can’t calm your worst anxiety attacks and makes you not want to listen to anything she has to say, you’re not in love with her. If her smile doesn’t make your chest quake and your lungs shrink but feel refreshed all in one motion, you’re not in love with her. If her taking off her clothes is when you pay most attention to her, you’re not in love with her.     Lust is when you’re obsessed w...

I know it’s difficult to be alone, to be lonely. But self harm,suicide, drug addiction are not the only and the right options. You want to kill yourself? It’s 10:53 on a Sunday night. You’ve already said good night to your parents and your siblings. They think you are sound asleep. You sit at your desk twirling a pen in your hand. Staring at a blank piece of paper and the tears refill in your eyes for the fifth time tonight. You don’t want to do it without a goodbye letter. You want to make sure that your family knows why you did it. The tears fall onto the paper and you can’t control the frustration as the droplets ruin the sheet. You crumble it and break down even more. You realise you can’t write that letter, so you look in the mirror once more and watch as your final tears fall. Only a couple moments later your heart stops and the blood escapes your body to create a puddle on the floor.  But nobody is going to care, right? It’s now 6:47 am Monday morning . Your mother...