Anushna Kondala

Life is so good. 

The other day I experienced a What Would You Do? situation at work without John Quiñones and I’m beginning to restore my faith in humanity.

I feel like killing myself tonight and the worst part is no one cares. 

I will still put up my old stories since that is part of my writing journey, but I'm more proud of my recent works so I will pay more attention to them.

Everything happens for a reason: I didn't realize how much this makes sense until now.

You guys ever think I don’t need a man, I have myself, I’ve been through all this shit on my own. But then the next day, you find yourself wishing someone would be there to cuddle you and kiss you. I hate love.

My brother just brought the weirdest friends ever 

Happy birthday to my grandma! I don’t usually post on here, but my grandma’s birthday was in May 5th and I’m so proud of how strong she is (for reference, she lost her husband, my grandpa). I made her the happiest person when she saw a specific gift I gave her. I love you, ammamma! 

Hbd to Abraham Lincoln btw

Stop dreaming, start doing.
          I just texted two people who I used to be close with during senior year of high school. And I feel good.