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confession#82

My sister lost her cell-phone and she's really upset about it. She might have been crying at the restroom as it is what I am sensing at this moment. She got this phone nearly a month ago and it was the most costly phone than anyone owned in our family. Poor Api! I am feeling really bad for her. She used to be so excited about her new phone and would click out random selfies and be obsessed with it. And the thing that is more hurtful, it was gifted by Abbu and she lost it. SO she can't get any more upset. I partly know how she feels given the fact that I once lost my apple ipod shuffle at school. It was blue and it had my first name sealed on it. It used to be one of my must-have things whenever I'd gone out. I just hope api gets over it, we no longer can bear seeing her be so upset like that.

So Fariha came yesterday and we had a girl's night out. It was fun. We happened to tell each-other the topmost secrets going on with our lives. That's what girls are made of, they can't keep secrets.I even let Fariha read some of my confessions. It was awkward but seemed like she enjoyed reading them. We had dance rehearsals too.

Now I feel like when I am completely myself, when I don't hide my feelings, I am at my best. I know everybody goes like Be yourself and all that, but it's not all I am trying out to be. I am wonderfully lost in myself.Like every time, I would learn things about the soul that's hidden inside me and it would define me, to me. Am I making any sense at all? Let's just say, I'm kind of happy with who I'm turning out to be.


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