I’ve been meaning to write this piece for a while, but at the same time postponing it indefinitely. Maybe I was fooling myself that, the longer it took me to write it, the less painful it would be in the end.
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Choked
I want to write, but the words just won’t come out. As if there are so many of them that they got stuck at the very moment they wanted to get out – all at the same time.
Continue reading “Choked”A collection of summer thoughts
Nothing feels right lately.
Continue reading “A collection of summer thoughts”One interpretation of obsessions
Many would disagree. They’d say, hey, girl, cheer up, there’s nothing to worry about. Cheer up, you’ve got this beautiful life and things are going to work out just fine in the end.
Continue reading “One interpretation of obsessions”Missing the city life
Even though on better days I feel okay, let’s put it that way, it’s becoming daunting how much I miss the life that unexpectedly ended over two months ago. Just like Vincent Cassel’s character said in “Un moment d’egarement,” “for years, you build something with someone, to end up alone like an idiot. It’s sad.”
Continue reading “Missing the city life”Life as an endless loop
My life feels as if it transformed into an endless loop, an eternal day which never ends and never starts, yet IS just there for no reason. It’s been 56 days since the day I came back home, but at the same time does not feel longer than a single weekend.
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On better days, such as today, it seems as if things are okay. The reflection in the mirror looks quite okay, acceptable. Pleasant, even. Doesn’t speak, just looks back, smiling mildly. With hair tucked into a sleek ponytail, smooth complexion, and eyes wide open, reminds of a cover page of a beauty magazine. And just stares back, cunningly.
Continue reading “A guide to navigating the depths of the rabbit hole”When life becomes utterly meaningless
I’ve hit the lowest of the lowest I’ve ever felt, where I feel so bad about myself, about life, about future, about any prospect, so bad I can’t even write about it.
Continue reading “When life becomes utterly meaningless”A confession: What makes me a horrible teacher pt.2
Although studying a foreign language was my first and only option when deciding on a university, teaching – wasn’t. So how did I end up being a teacher for almost a decade, why I now hate it, and what makes me a horrible one?
Continue reading “A confession: What makes me a horrible teacher pt.2”A confession: What makes me a horrible teacher pt.1
Although studying a foreign language was my first and only option when deciding on a university, teaching – wasn’t. So how did I end up being a teacher for almost a decade, why I now hate it, and what makes me a horrible one?
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