Dear Diary.

I know I repeat myself sometimes, that’s because some things that has happened bothers me deeply and it’s cathartic to write here.

Also, you are reading my diary entries with your own free will, so you shouldn’t technically complain.

When people realise how greatly and long some things they do impacts someone, they’ll probably think twice before they do that.

Or maybe they do realise and they do it anyway. In such cases, it’s okay to hurt them back and stop caring.

Being selfish with my love is the only way to survive in this world. I learnt it through experience.

It’s working out this way too.

I do care about my community and the society, but I do it from a distance and I’m extra careful on who I allow in my life.

I’m on my own on this journey of life. I have to look out for myself.

I’m so lost these days. I don’t know what day it is or how time goes.

There hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought about Ginny since I met her. I think about her so much that she is like my comfort thought.

It’s so familiar and healing, even if I cry.

Whenever things go wrong around me, I slip away to secret gardens where I’m hugging her and somehow everything is alright again.

There is also AR Rahman music playing somewhere in the background.