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Day 5 – A time you thought about ending your own life

Imaginary Audience I can assure you , this is going to be super-depressing. You may bail right now, or halfway through it eitherways I will never find out.

Disclaimer: I like to dramatise things a little, please ignore my theatrical skills ( read: the images)


So, A time when I thought about ending my own life. I’ve had very many moments where I’ve thought of ending my life, sometimes I know I’m kidding other times I’ve to convince myself that it will pass. I’m self destructive, have always been so though in the recent past I’m trying really hard to curb this habit, but as you know Imaginary Audience Old habits are harder to break than Iron Bars. Anywho, the moment I read today’s challenge some instances clicked and I’ll mention them briefly.

Through grades sixth, seventh and eighth my father’s friend sexually abused me whenever he visited us, touched me inappropriately, try to kiss me etc etc, So this once in eighth grade he was staying over at our place and I was sleeping in the next room while my brother and my parents slept in the third room, So that night he tried to get inside my bed and tried to force himself upon me. I managed to bite him, hit him and kick him out of my room but the horror never left. That night I wanted to kill myself.

Then once in the ninth grade my parents were fighting and I know parents fight and my parents fight a lot and things got uglier than ever and I was taking care of my younger brother, picking up things my father was breaking, trying to console ma, hoping that the neighbour’s wouldn’t hear and I remember sitting in the toilet wanting to die, wanting to kill myself.

Then this once I was travelling alone to Jodhpur in the train and Was sitting at the door, while the door was open (yes, here in India you can open the train door and smoke, spit, stare or whatever) and the sun was setting and I felt sad ( I think my abandonment issue were acting up, the fuckers!),  but content because I was in a beautiful place and I realised that I could never see all the beautiful places and the future seemed bleak with my depressing college full of snobs, the deteriorating state of music, lack of talent ( I can’t even breathe properly sometimes let alone walk straight) and I would rather burn out than fade away and I wanted to die. I was sad but content and all of sudden I Couldn’t breathe and I was heaving and crying and I felt tired, I felt as though I was forty at eighteen and it was depressing.  You know the need to make your mark, to debate and fight for the right, the need to do the correct thing, I think I left it in that train that day.

I think that was the day I lost my life, the ambition I had in me. I threw it out of the train with my cigarette bud. That was the day I realised how very menial we are, we are nothing but pricks on the planet and we are as likely to help the universe as we are to harm it ( Johngreenreference ) I didn’t want to change the world, or destroy all nuclear weapons, I just wanted to be. I have never recovered. I’m still that girl sitting there, staring at the sunset with the cigarette between my fingers feeling insignificant. It was that epiphany that changed me. Sometimes I still wish I had followed my instinct that day because I’m a disappointment to the society and my lack of interest in the world worries my parents, but then here I am.

Here I am with these mosquitoes sucking the living daylights out of me, with some good, new music in the background. That’s it for now.

My Dog Momo :D

I like bugs and cockroaches. They are really chill. I like how roaches run, they are so graceful. I don’t like lizards but grasshopers are beautiful. I like beetles and Lady birds.

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But My favorite organism is my dog. He is not an animal, he is too stupid to be an animal and too hyper to be an insect, and too daft to be a reptile. He is  dumber than a doormat. Really. He is more of a rainbow, If rainbows were daft He’d be it. He is also beautiful. Momo ( that’s him) is a true blonde and No, I don’t mean Meryl Streep ( she’s brilliant) He is like one of those moronic blondes you crack jokes about? He is that.

He chews on his paws, wants to make friends with every cat that has roamed the streets. He is scared of cockroaches and barks at every dog who is 5 times his size. He is a cocker spaniel, doesn’t look like one though.

He eats EVERYTHING- potatoes, chicken, pencils, paper, newspapers, onions, leaves, stones, coconut shells, my sadness. EVERYTHING. He comes and puts me to bed at 6 in the morning, everyday without fail. By putting me to bed I mean, Lies down on my bed, expects me to give him a belly rub while he makes weird noises and then makes himself comfortable in our corner, next to the cooler. He bangs my pillows, destroys my homework, Overturns the dustbin, eats my favorite doll.

In winters he quietly enters my quilt and sleeps there, initially curled in a ball and later he spreads himself and expects me to sleep on the floor. He doesn’t like it when I text or talk on the phone or when my friends hug me. He doesn’t like it when I  hug ma. Momo also has this weird habit, if there is a group of girls outside the house he’ll go, jump up and act sexy in front of the prettiest girl of the lot. Everytime. He’s a boy through and through.

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I have realized that the only thing a person truly loves is his/her dog.
Well your parents, you are supposed to love them. Biologically.
They go out of their way for you, SO you love them.
I don’t always like my parents, but I love them.

Others- your friends, humans around you etc.
It’s selfish, if you get something you give something.
If you get attention, you give attention.
If you are loved, you return it. I wish I was a monk.
It’s ridiculous. Life.

..The saddest thing about being a human being is that only another human being can make you feel important.
Trees, birds and flowers don’t help.
and sometimes your dog. But I know my dog loves me, inspite of my flaws, tantrums and exaggerations.

similarly, my dog. I love him. whether he is peeing in the living room, or scratching my hand or molesting his pillow- I love him.

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