Jemisha🦋❤️

Any updates?

@Darkon_Fantasy012 hey don't worry okay. Me and my sister gone through so much problems I think we experienced more than we should at a young age . Some times you just need to tell your feelings to some one 
          And I can hear what you want to say
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@Darkon_Fantasy012 take care of health 

@Darkon_Fantasy012 12:00 am are kidding me get some sleep don't be awake at night because you will get health issue 
          I just asked because there is no information about you like any comments that's why I asked 

@Darkon_Fantasy012 do you have any update 

@Darkon_Fantasy012 I am also doing well dear 

Hey how are you 

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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.