Enough

For a day, just a day

I would kill to be

Not anybody’s dream girl

Not the most popular

Not the kindest soul

Not the greatest friend

Not the best daughter

Just for a day

I would like to be enough.

©️ Abirami

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Do you HAVE to be nice?

I know what you’re thinking. I must be an ignorant jerk to actually ask that! But I wonder sometimes because not everyone is nice. You need to eat food to survive, and so people eat. I don’t see anyone being nice because that’s another basic requirement.

On days like today, I think it should be classified as something very important. If people faced real consequences for their horrendous actions they might stop. The world could be a nice place and there might be good more than there is bad. But even the nicest person can be mean sometimes. There have been times when I’ve been in a foul mood and taken it out on innocent bystanders.

Everybody’s fighting their own battles. However hard your problems may seem right now, everybody else has hardships too. If maybe, just maybe we put ourselves in someone else’s shoes we might be able to understand the effect our words and actions can have.

Do we have to be nice? I think you can’t always keep up with that. No one is that good at controlling their emotions. But being mean on accident, because you are falling apart is different from being mean just cause you can.

People with big roles that have an impact on others’ lives just have to learn. They have to learn to be nice. Consider teachers, they shape people’s lives. If they act like bullies then who teaches kids not to bully in the first place? I have had some discouraging teachers in the past. It just gets worse as you grow older and get into college. It’s like when you grow up, they don’t have to care as much about wrecking your dreams.

I have a teacher, she’s pretty young. She’s only a few years older than me and my friends and she constantly bullies all the kids who aren’t scared of her. You know the type? The kind that’s insecure about their authority and does mean things to validate themselves. Some days it just gets to me. How she has smiles for the kids she likes and hurtful things to say to the others. I had this moment today where I just wanted to quit school and not come back. But then as time passed I decided that one person cannot be the end of me. I can take more than that.

So for those of you, with such important roles in life, please be nice. You were given that role to do good. And for those of you like me who have had bad days, cheer up. One persons opinion is not the end of the world. Let all kinds of criticism be constructive to you! That’s how you pay them back.

Happy blogging 🙂

– The Obsessive Writer

You might need this.

Songs have that effect on people that nothing else can! They’re just words sometimes. But they hit you harder than what you read on paper.

We all have bad days. I assume I have the worst. All of our minds have a few dark corners. I hope this song throws some light on your day. 🙂

So many wonderful lives are lost to depression every day, every hour, every minute as you’re reading this. It’s a shame to think that many of them could have been saved with a simple helping hand. A kind gesture.

I am extending my hand right now, by sharing this with you. If you’re down right now, I hope this helps. 🙂

Happy Blogging! – The Obsessive Writer.

Obsessed 

To all the writers out there:

It’s not real unless it’s obsessive.

We all dream. But, you don’t deserve it unless every minute of your life is somehow a journey towards it.

We all love. But you don’t belong together unless you share a passion that drives you insane.

You can write pretty words, think easy thoughts. It might even please the crowd. But you’re not really writing unless every word you write is a window to your soul. The truth is ugly. It doesn’t rhyme. Sometimes it doesn’t even make sense. But the moment you stop caring what others think, you will discover yourself. Maybe they’ll like it, maybe they won’t. At least, it will be real.

So darling, stay obsessed. Make every choice like there’s no consequence. Live every fucking moment like you’re about to breathe your last breath.

– The Obsessive Writer

Love Yourself

So many people rant about self-love, and I don’t know about you, but I often wonder things like, “They’re just saying that because they have someone” you know? I’m skeptical to people who have millions of loving people in their lives who talk about self-love being the only love that “matters”. And then there are those perfect, flat stomached, curvy girls who say looks don’t matter so don’t hate your body. Love it for what it is.

We all are in this journey in life to find someone to complete us. Some of think we already found them, some of us never stop looking and some of us hate our lives because we don’t have that someone. What is this someone for, you ask? It is to help bury all those insecurities. Am I pretty enough? Am I skinny enough? Am I funny enough? Am I lovable? Am I fun to be around? We want someone who’s going to answer all those questions in a positive way for the rest of our lives to feed our growing insecurities.

What if you’ve already got that person and you’ve no idea? What if I told you I know who completes you?

It’s you.

Yes, I’m starting to sound like those people who talk about self-love too, aren’t I? Well times have changed and I’ve had some growing up to do. It’s not just one or two but almost everyone who loves themselves seems to have a lot of people who love them. Everyone who feels confident about how they look is often perceived as beautiful and gorgeous. Are you seeing the common denominator here?

Be that person who sits on the bed with yourself and hold your own hand and stop those tears. Learn to cheer yourself up. You were born as a whole and you don’t need someone to complete you. Once you’ve reached that stage where you love yourself whether you lose that 10 kilos or not, those petty things won’t matter. And when you’re around people you’ll start thinking about how they make you feel rather than panicking about whether they like you or not. That’s the day you’ll find love, and friends and people who accept you for who you are. And that’s the day you’ll feel beautiful inside out.

– The Obsessive Writer

Day and Night

A raging ball of fire slowly slips into the shadows. The darkness embraces the light, and gives birth to the night. The gold turns to silver, all the noises now merely a quiver.

I hear nothing.

I see no-one.

I am relieved.

Little by little the dark fades into lighter shades, the moon leaves to light the sun ablaze. The world comes to life and with it, it’s strife.

I hear lies.

I see liars.

I am betrayed.

© Abirami.

The Girl in Love

You wield your cold, steely eyes like a deadly weapon.

Each stare is a merciless stab to the heart.

As I bleed out from the gaping wound,

Nobody comes to rescue the girl in love.

Every touch sends chills down my spine,

You suffocate me with your smouldering smile,

As I pant out of breath,

Nobody comes to rescue the girl in love.

You are my ocean of endless trust,

In you I drown, with complete submission.

As I enslave my heart to you,

Nobody comes to rescue the girl in love.

© Abirami