Attachments Are MYTH You Always Crave For.. ❤️

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Attachments Are MYTH You Always Crave For.. ❤️

Hey dearest diary..
Dont be surprised, I miss mentioning you but me the stupid crazy girl always finds another one to mention name in place of yours... Well now not.. Its been soo long.. I haven't spoke to you.. Well how are you...?? Me and doogu are great ha ha that stupid Teddy is great too... We sleep together I haven't donated it and I promise you I will never donate it.. Like doogu I will take care of him too and love him too.. ❤️.. Well how are you?? I hope you are atlest doing fine unlike MY LIFE.. ❤️ Well nah nah.. Not to worry.. My life is PERFECT... as perfect as SUN in WINTERS OR Air conditioned room in SUMMERS, full moon at night in the clear SKY, or rainbow after the rainy time. Ha everything is Just perfect 👌 or maybe I am pretending too..

Ok

Ok..

I will confess, I am not, My everything is not perfect, I am just pretending for my things to be. OK. OK, I am telling you everything, don't get angry, I feel sad, I feel alone, I feel deprived and left out,
I wana cry, but my tears are dry and at the end the ONLY thing I have to show is my bunny teeth in my huge SMILE.. 😊

No, don't worry, Its not depressing or something its just that I am i guess have got habitual to..

I cannot SHARE my people with anyone and you know this, I very rarely make people come near me and make home inside my heart but then those people come out to be the lock breakers and the robbers..

At the end of the day, the only thing I feel about is quitting it all and starting it new.

Is it my mistake or loving people soo much? Is it the mistake of not confessing it but making them feel that special everytime? Is it my mistake I GET ATTACHED so much?

I guess yes, I think its just me and only me who needs to be blamed for the attachments. Afterall its me who gets attached and then find it the hardest for De-atttaching it.

But I am sorry, sorry for that broken heart, sorry for those pieces but have you seen a MOSAIC.?

-GAMI❣️


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