Make a list. A #HappyList.

Result day is near. Everyone, including me, is freaking out and having meltdowns. Oh, such nerve wracking days! Most of my time is spent trying not to think about results, frantically calling friends and ranting when I realise it’s not working and then eventually drowning in my tears.

So here’s my #HappyList that I’ve decided to cross off instead:

  • Watch a new series ๐Ÿ’ป.
  • Re-watch another series ๐Ÿ’ป.
  • Watch movies ๐Ÿ“บ.
  • Read lots of books ๐Ÿ“š.
  • Read a fanfiction ๐Ÿ“–.
  • Watch anime series ๐ŸŽŒ.
  • Or Netflix ๐Ÿ’ป.
  • Troll trough memes + Instagram ๐Ÿ˜‚.
  • Cat videos ๐Ÿ˜น.
  • Jam to music ๐ŸŽง.
  • Eat good food ๐Ÿฒ.
  • Water plants + talk to them ๐ŸŒฟ.
  • Take long baths ๐Ÿ›€.
  • Eat ice-creams ๐Ÿฆ.
  • Make people laugh ๐Ÿ˜‚.
  • Hold hands while walking๐Ÿ‘ซ.
  • Go to pet stores ๐ŸŒ.
  • Do photography ๐Ÿ“ท.
  • Drawing + colouring ๐ŸŽจ.
  • Rainy days are rare. GET OUTSIDE ๐ŸŒˆ.
  • Pet dogs ๐Ÿ•.
  • Watch sunsets ๐ŸŒ‡.
  • Take pictures of nature ๐ŸŒธ.
  • Hug Mom โค.
  • Write a story ๐Ÿ“.
  • FRIDAY ๐Ÿ˜‚.
  • Think positively ๐Ÿ”ฏ.
  • Sing along to the radio ๐Ÿ“ป.
  • Talk to my bestfriend who isn’tโ€‹ on speaking terms with me ๐Ÿ’”.
  • Daydream alot ๐Ÿ’ญ.
  • Drink freshly-squeezed lemonade ๐Ÿน.
  • Share good beer with great friends ๐Ÿป.
  • Sleep with the windows open on cool nights ๐Ÿƒ.
  • Play video games with my idiotic brother ๐ŸŽฎ.

Make your own #HappyList or write about the things that make you happy in the comments. 

So until my fate is decided, au revoir, prends soin de toi.

I’m sorry.

Dear friend,

You were beautiful. Not in the old-fashioned, high cheekbones, heart-shaped face, slender figure, soft and flowing hair sort of way. No. You were beautiful in your own quirky, kind-hearted, sweet way. You always smiled at me from across the hallway and gave that wave that no one else could ever imitate. You were always happy and I couldn’t ever figure out why. You said hello to everyone and spoke to them as if they were important to you. You smiled, no matter what. 

But you were also annoying, super clingy and awkward.

I know it’sโ€‹ too late but I need youโ€‹ to know that I’m sorry. And that I never wanted this to happen. I didn’t know that you were hurting so bad. I thought that this was normal. Fucked up, I know.

But now you’re gone. And nothing I say can bring you back. Maybe I was just one of the reasons why. Maybe I was what started it. Or maybe I was what pushed you over the edge.

But there were no signs. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. If I had looked closely, maybe I would have seen the sadness you hid so well. I’m sorry I didn’t look. I’m sorry I didn’t realise. I’m sorry we fucked you up so badly, you didn’t even leave a note explaining why. You didn’t want anyone to get a closure.

I know nothing I say will bring you back but I just wanted you to know how fucking sorry I am. I killed you. I killed your spirit. I killed your will. I killed your soul.

And I’m sorry.

Suicide prevention helpline number: +91 22 2556 3291

Don’t hesitate to call. Nobody deserves to die like this.

Dear diary.

Dear diary,

Today was different. Today felt different. Maybe it was because today was one of my dear friends birthday. Or maybe because I binge watched a really good series. I don’t know. But it feltโ€‹ good. I don’t know how to explain “it”.

So instead, I’ll explain how I feels. It’s how breathing fresh air after sitting in a smokey room for too long feels. Having such moments of clarity feels good. Especially when I’m always surrounded by noise, rush and poisoned thoughts. Thoughts that I can’t escape from. What if I’m not good enough? What if they don’t like me? What if I mess up? What if?

So, today I focused only on the positives.

  • I didn’t fall off the bed while waking up.
  • My phone didn’t fall from my hand all day.
  • I didn’t smoke today 
  • I petted a cute little dog. 
  • I didn’t cancel any plans.
  • I didn’t judge myself when I stood in front of the mirror. 
  • I made everyone in the room laugh with my awkwardness.
  • I spent time with an elderly lady.

These may seem frivolous. Or maybe downright hilarious. But when you’re always looking at things negatively, this is something you learn to appreciate.

This feeling that I’ve got? I don’t want it to go. Ever.

About journals and journeysโ€‹.

When I was a child, I used to try to keep a journal. I would see all these movies and TV shows (read: Lol and The vampire diaries) where the actors used to fill in their journal everyday and I think to myself ‘I want that’. I want to be able to express myself this freely.

You see, being a introvert meant keeping most of my thoughts to myself and listening to other people more than talking to them. And honestly, after a while, I started hating it. I hated the fact that people thought I didn’t have an opinion, that they didn’t care about my feelings, that they hurt me as if I didn’t matter. And I hated myself for not speaking up. I needed an outlet. And so I started writing. But no, I didn’t make a fancy journal like I wanted to. I wrote my feelings on pieces of papers and hid them. I didn’t want my family to see them. They wouldn’t understand. I didn’t want myself to reread them. It would make me feel pathetic. So I hid them all and never saw them again.

Until recently, when I was cleaning my cupboard. I reread them all. I didn’t feelโ€‹ pathetic like I thought I would. I felt proud. I felt happy. I felt strong. I felt lots of things. But not pathetic. I laughed when I read what I had written. Why? Because I grew up to be way differently then I wrote I wouldโ€‹, I have better friends, I don’t hate those people anymore and most importantly, I am happy. I am happy with my introverted self and my friends understand me, I have learnt to stand up for myself and for whatโ€‹ I believe in and I don’t care about what other people say anymore.

Time and circumstances change you. If you hate yourself, your job, your teachers, your situations or anything else; it’s okay. It gonna pass eventually. You can’t and you won’t hate it forever. Your circumstances make you stronger and time heals you. But it’s like a journey. A journey that is full of potholes and blocked roads. But honestly, it’s a journey you have to be willing to take. You cannot just expect time to heal you. You have to facilitate it to heal you by taking the first step. YOU have to start this journey. YOU have to decide the route. YOU have to select your companions. YOU have to carry your luggage.

YOUR journey is all about YOU.

So, make sure you give it your all. You deserve it and you are worth it.

Freedom.

Here’s what freedom means to me. It means trying out new things, drinking, smoking, being weird, doping, roaming around at midnight, traveling with my friends, breaking a few rules, experiencing new things and just being my crazy self before I kick the bucket.

But it also means not being questioned, criticized and judged for everything I do. It means not having people give me filthy looks and sneering at me for enjoying my life, trying to make me change and giving me ultimatums if I don’t. Yes, some of the things I do might offend you. But isn’t that what life is  about? Isn’t it about making memories, going places, seeing new things, having experiences and living instead of just existing? Yes, I might make mistakes and things may go wrong. But theseโ€‹ decisions that I make are what define me. These decisions are what make me unique. These decisions are what shape my future. And I decide to be free. So stop trying to change my definition of freedom to accommodate with your definition of it.

Love,

A teenager.