dec 7th
I was flying back to Dhaka on this day last year. I had gotten dumped just a week or so ago, and I was still reeling in from the pain of that and processing the rollercoaster of emotions that I had been going through. Properly diagnosed with a bunch of mental illnesses, and feeling like I was constantly being punished / penalised for trying and loving, if that makes sense. And then having to still act like all was okay because I didn't want anyone to be concerned about me, especially my family. They were so happy to have their daughter back. - That's not the point. I am writing this because I am trying to figure out if this date is at all special to me, or not. I was hovering on a profile, and found a note that I had written to remember their birthday. I feel like, even if I hadn't written down the date, I would've remembered their birthday regardless. Some people - they just get stuck in my head. I just wanna say - You dumb little bitch. You did not have to do to me wh...