vaibhav chadha

Abstract Drama Tragedy

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vaibhav chadha

Abstract Drama Tragedy

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8:30 a.m

Goodmorning, still tired.

Slept at 6 in the morning.

No new notifications, 12 new notifications.

No replies.

Not replying.

Eating, eating more I am starved. 

Wait eating half the packet of the family pack.

Studying.

Staring at the book.

Staring at the book for hours.

Random thoughts.

Not a single productive moment.

Checking phone.

Checking the phone again every 3 minutes.

Deleting all the stupid messaging apps.

Exercise.

Angry.

Exercise to the extent of hurting yourself.

Punching the wall.

Another broken knuckle.

Hardly matters.

Mom will be worried.

I will not let her know.

Bath.

Listen to songs at full volume.

I don't want to listen to my thoughts.

Why are they still bothering me?

Staring at the mirror.

I look so tired.

Smile.

Smile wider.

My eyes are wrinkled and droopy.

Tired and sad.

Thank god I wear glasses.

Food.

Eat a lot, a lot more than needed.

Tired.

Lie down.

No sleep.

Punch the mattress.

Wake up in 15 minutes.

Pace around on the balcony.

Neighbour's daughter said hi.

A reluctant greeting.

Awkward.

I hope she will not ask anything.

What can I talk about?

I'm so weird.

Fake smile.

Fake take care.

Talk to mom and gudiya.

Hug.

I want to cry.

But I won't.

Study.


This time really study.

More thoughts.

Please no.

Punish yourself for wasting time.

Wait, scars will be visible.

A slap for every time you wander off.

Dogs.

Happiness for 30 minutes.

Home alone.

No one to talk to.

Silence is pinching.

What if I died.

What if I was never born.

Let me dance, sing, or play the guitar.

I don't want to.

I should study.

I dont want to study.

Phone contacts.

No one to talk to.

Phone vibrates.

Airtel calling.

Who else would?

Crack jokes with family.

Cook.

I am so tired to cook or think about what to cook.

Food.

Eat.

Keep smiling or they will see.

They will know.

I' am happy.

Must be.

I have, food, clothes, books, home.

I' am happy.

Touch mom and dad's feet, hug gudiya.

Wish them good night

To my room.

Palpitations.

Pounding heart.

Thoughts.

Fxxk I hate nights.

Deep breathe.

I have to study.

I will fail again.

I will definitely fail.

Watch something.

I' am bored.

I am anxious.

Can't watch.

Download chatting apps.

Studying,

Watching a show, sexting, finding people to talk to on weird random sexting sites.

Loitering. 

Just breathing.

Lying down on the bed.

I can hear my heart.

I' am alive.

I' am just breathing.

It is 4 in the morning.

Wasted another day.

Promise tomorrow will be better.

Still no contact from that one person.

Sleeping pills.

They don't work.

Take another.

Now they work.

Talk to your pillow.

Pray.

Keep praying.

Throw phone away.

Check the clock.

6 in the morning.

Clench fists.

Cry for no reason.

Sleep finally knocks.

Dreamless sleep.

8:30 a.m

Goodmorning, still tired, smile.


Another happy performance starts.


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