In the end, you will heal. Your wounds will fade into beautiful scars. Your heart will remember your pain as only a symbol of your strength. The thoughts of your struggles will turn into giggles. Because you are not meant to suffer forever. You will not die in sorrow. You will heal. You will heal.

Dear Liar, I've collected evidence from my family, friends, and even online. It proves that I'm not what you told others I was. I'm not crazy. I'm not alone. I'm not unloved. I'm not useless. I'm not stupid. In fact, I'm intelligent. I'm beautiful. I'm useful. I'm loved. I am not alone.

We realise it when others try to destroy us. But we choose to let karma deal with them to the greatest effect. In any case, we're also too occupied with stocktaking; counting our blessings one by one.

Your hair is magical. Your nose is perfect. Your skin is amazing. You're beautiful. Ignore all the other noise.

I believe in love, even if I'm single.

I'm a versatile writer. No genre has managed to pin me down thus far.

I'm a project. I manage myself. I'm a project manager.

When you look for answers, you find them. I hope that you're asking the right questions.

Many people mistake laughter for happiness. Yet, some people laugh when they're angry, under pressure, or mad.