I know many people have felt that they should have died.
I feel the same , when there feels like there's no escape from this house or it's far sighted.
I wasn't even going to write about this , but I will now. There are some matrimonial functions and my mom just told me about it briefly ; in her rude tone.
Like we have to attend them , she went " wear decent clothes. Your hair won't be open at all. "
I like my hair.. I fear out of spite , I might cut them..
Summers are here , our room gets air conditioned. There's also this water cooler that runs , is running right now. My uncle has his own water cooler but whenever summer begins , he lingers in the room for longer durations.
I was on call with my father briefly and he looked at me every time.
I am gonna go to a party , I was thinking of opening my hair but , I do not know , it's going to be a ruckus. I am thinking of tie-in them into a ponytail loosely if I would be forced , then I would open them when I would be out.
My uncle also commented on my nails saying they were too long and I should cut them.
" It " said I shouldn't drink water from water bottle but glass. " It " was asking me about my exam and I refused to answer but " it " kept asking.
" It " also enquired my so called mom who was I talking to when I was on call with my so called father.
See ? I can't wear what I want , I can't go out alone , I can't open my hair , keep my nails long , be non monitored , be respected , be treated healthily.. here.
These " it " and people do not realise. Even world wide. You're not protecting her or him or them. You're being abusive , oppressive , toxic.
Maybe I will die someday , but I am glad I told my story here. This will live forever. Maybe someday someone will read this and they might just realise how much bad happens even on those parts of the world that doens't get enough attention. How much we have normalised all this.
Family are supposed to be your everything , I don't have one.
Your parents are supposed to be your anchor , I don't have it.
Lost all other loved ones too , wish them beyond good though , because they deserve it and more. And for a while life was pretty with them.
It is really painful. I just can't digest this. How can they have this and dare call it " family " and other relations they name..
Nothing.. just nothing. My so called family ( never mind the above statements where I didn't mention so called ) also questions why am I talkative or nice with other people but not them.
I try not to , but the upcoming party.. they will question , say things.
I know it's not possible but if they find out I had loads of fun or whatever through videos , photos , they would know.
I am not allowed to cry , feel , express. I told you , we are cattle. Me and billions others.
They do not care , they are ignorant so largely.
I am not born to be human. I am born to be a robot.
I am not an individual. I am what they decide me to be.
I am all filthy things , I am an Indian , a Muslim ( lol ) and most importantly I was born in this family.
Yeah.
I feel the same , when there feels like there's no escape from this house or it's far sighted.
I wasn't even going to write about this , but I will now. There are some matrimonial functions and my mom just told me about it briefly ; in her rude tone.
Like we have to attend them , she went " wear decent clothes. Your hair won't be open at all. "
I like my hair.. I fear out of spite , I might cut them..
Summers are here , our room gets air conditioned. There's also this water cooler that runs , is running right now. My uncle has his own water cooler but whenever summer begins , he lingers in the room for longer durations.
I was on call with my father briefly and he looked at me every time.
I am gonna go to a party , I was thinking of opening my hair but , I do not know , it's going to be a ruckus. I am thinking of tie-in them into a ponytail loosely if I would be forced , then I would open them when I would be out.
My uncle also commented on my nails saying they were too long and I should cut them.
" It " said I shouldn't drink water from water bottle but glass. " It " was asking me about my exam and I refused to answer but " it " kept asking.
" It " also enquired my so called mom who was I talking to when I was on call with my so called father.
See ? I can't wear what I want , I can't go out alone , I can't open my hair , keep my nails long , be non monitored , be respected , be treated healthily.. here.
These " it " and people do not realise. Even world wide. You're not protecting her or him or them. You're being abusive , oppressive , toxic. Maybe I will die someday , but I am glad I told my story here. This will live forever. Maybe someday someone will read this and they might just realise how much bad happens even on those parts of the world that doens't get enough attention. How much we have normalised all this.
Family are supposed to be your everything , I don't have one. Your parents are supposed to be your anchor , I don't have it.
Lost all other loved ones too , wish them beyond good though , because they deserve it and more. And for a while life was pretty with them.
It is really painful. I just can't digest this. How can they have this and dare call it " family " and other relations they name..
Nothing.. just nothing. My so called family ( never mind the above statements where I didn't mention so called ) also questions why am I talkative or nice with other people but not them.
I try not to , but the upcoming party.. they will question , say things.
I know it's not possible but if they find out I had loads of fun or whatever through videos , photos , they would know.
I am not allowed to cry , feel , express. I told you , we are cattle. Me and billions others.
They do not care , they are ignorant so largely.
I am not born to be human. I am born to be a robot. I am not an individual. I am what they decide me to be.
I am all filthy things , I am an Indian , a Muslim ( lol ) and most importantly I was born in this family.
Yeah.
