Inside the mind of an immigrant
Anxiety is a joke. If there is one thing, I hate talking about the most in this world that’s anxiety. Talking about anxiety gives me anxiety. Sometimes it bubbles inside and morphs into depression. Both are equally terrifying. I’d rather stare at a wall for hours then tell someone what’s going on in my head. … Continue reading Anxiety is a joke
This imperfect body of yours is nothing more than just a host for your soul there is an unseen beauty dripping from within so take the brush of self-love and paint it all over your skin because you are the comfort of heaven and the ease of Eden in you lies a garden of solace … Continue reading My doubts
Because I am trying so hard to understand why I am the way I am but I promise if I could be someone else I wouldn’t think twice if it were that easy then, like a coat I would wear someone else’s skin but sometimes, I wonder beneath these layers of all those things I … Continue reading Imperfections
You feel insecure I can see it in your eyes you look into the mirror and you ask yourself why? You don't see a beauty but a monster wearing a veil hiding behind curtains because you're too afraid to fail You don't see your victories or all those battles you've won but you see that … Continue reading Insecurities…
Sometimes I think I'm dumb, but then I have to remind myself that I'm a student majoring in biochemistry. To say that I've received all A's would be a lie. I've failed countless times but here I am trying to write a paper on Carl Schmitt. I know, this has nothing to do with biochemistry, … Continue reading The art of confusion
