main character syndrome

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

# This piece was originally called Right My Wrongs , after the song by Bryson Tiller. Maybe it's the new work shoes. Maybe it's the fact that I'm wearing all black today. Maybe it's the amount of sugar in my body. Or maybe, just maybe, it's none of that but a proper, actual realisation that will eventually pay off. - I'm feeling bulletproof tonight. Untouchable. Invincible. Unstoppable. A lot of it has to do with the fact that I am having the busiest couple of weeks of my life at the moment, but I'm cruising through things as though they were child's play. I'm on top of my work (so far), I haven't missed a single class even though I've been so drained, and I've prepared as much as I needed to for the work stuff that I have coming up. For the first time in my life, I am organised and there is order to my approach. No more chaos to rummage through. There is a method that I am following, to the best of my ability, and giving it my all. It is