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Got tired of living… feeling incomplete again. I don’t know what to do anymore. All I know is writing, reading, and solving mathematics — that’s all I’ve ever held onto. But right now, my hands are trembling, and my mind feels too numb to do anything. I can’t even close my eyes… no, actually, I WANT to, but I just can’t.

Well, today, I’m sad. On 17th October, it’s been eight years since my dad left me forever. I haven’t really shared this with anyone because I don’t want to hurt them or make them feel inadequate. If I talk to my mom, I worry she’ll think she wasn’t enough, or it might bring back memories of dad that she hasn’t fully healed from. And my younger brother… he’s the quiet, reserved type. He always acts like everything is fine, and maybe he truly believes that. But deep down, I feel he avoids showing his feelings because he feels the same pain I do.
          
          We both, my brother and I, have rarely cried, even when dad died from a heart attack on Diwali. But it’s strange — when I hurt him beyond what he can handle, he cries, and when he hurts me past my limits, I unexpectedly cry too. Today, though, I miss my father so deeply. I keep thinking about how different our lives might have been if he were still here. Would we have been happier? I imagine we would. A father is like the shelter of a family, and without him, there’s a sense of emptiness I can’t fully explain.
          
          Being the eldest daughter, I feel a weight of responsibility on my shoulders. I try to make my mom proud and keep my brother happy, even if it sometimes means putting my own dreams and happiness aside. There’s a constant balancing act in my heart — wanting to grieve and feel my own pain, but also feeling like I have to stay strong for them.
          
          If I could ask God for one thing, it would be a hug from my dad. Just a simple hug. I want to be that little girl again, to hold him tightly and feel completely safe, hidden in his arms. Yet, there’s fear in that wish too — because if I allow myself to feel that warmth and protection, maybe I would forget my responsibilities to my family. Then my brother might have to carry the burden that I’m holding now, and I don’t want him to. It’s exhausting just thinking about it, but I accept it because I have to.

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Hi, girl I am back again this is my new profile 

Pls try out my new book! Hope you like it.. have a great day!
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/394201399-quantum-desires

I have this crazy urge to do something incredible... like, I really want to write more books, dive into new ideas, and bring more stories to life! But then—boom!—reality hits me. I already have one ongoing story that’s nowhere near complete!
          
          And now, my mind is a mess! Do I give in to my excitement and start something fresh? Or do I stay loyal to the story I’ve already poured so much into? Ugh! The struggle is real!
          
          What do I do now? Do I chase inspiration or stick to commitment? Someone, help me before my brain explodes!

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          But if you like reading Indian BL, then please give a try to one of my book "Mine to Love". You might love it. ❤️ https://www.wattpad.com/story/389099678?utm_source=android&utm_medium=whatsapp&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=twinkle1011

I really, really want to write. I want to update chapters so badly, but I don’t know what’s stopping me. It’s so frustrating! My mind feels blank, yet it’s full of chaotic thoughts at the same time. I sit down to write, and nothing comes out. I just... I just sit there, staring at the screen, stuttering in my head, struggling to form a single sentence.
          
          It’s like my brain is running in circles, so full of emotions and ideas, but none of them make sense. I feel restless, but at the same time, all I want is to rest. Just rest. Or maybe... maybe rest in peace? I don’t even know anymore! Ahh, it’s so exhausting, so frustrating! Why can’t I just do the one thing I love the most? Why is it so hard?

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