Girl On Fire
|Take that rage and put it on a page, or in this case into a letter.|
🚂🚋🚋🚋🚋Life. You are like a journey on a train, with its stations and the changes of routes. And not to forget, the accidents !
🚂🚋🚋🚋🚋We board this train when we are born and our parents are the ones who get our ticket.We believe they will always travel on this train with us. Till forever ends.
🚂🚋🚋🚋🚋However, at some station our parents will get off the train, leaving us alone on this journey. Alone, just you and yourself.
🚂🚋🚋🚋🚋As time goes by, other passengers will board the train, many of whom will be significant - our siblings, friends, children, and even the love of our life. Many will get off during the journey and leave a permanent vacuum in our lives. Many will also go so un...
As I've mentioned before, I love to waste time on Instagram, from one profile to another. Most of the time, I like to have a look at profiles of random people that happen to appear at my Explore tab on Instagram.
There are so many profiles of girls, mostly girls of my age, or younger, and their profiles mostly have followers about 1000++ people. Wow. So many followers. Their accounts must be so damn interesting to have as that much of followers, as I said to myself.
I continued scrolling, and what I saw was not that shocking.
Selfies. Purely selfies, close-up photos or photos of them doing cute faces, so on and so forth. You know the drill.
Looking back at December 2014.
Dear self, please wake up.
9 days of holidays, and I wasted it by reinstalling Facebook and Instagram on my phone. Scrolled mindlessly for hours on Facebook, till I get to three days old posts. What a waste of time.
As for Instagram, it is doctrinated in myself to constantly refresh my Instagram feed for every 15 minutes. I'd look at photos of others and keep on scrolling from one Instagram profile to another. What a waste of time.
You can consider me as an Internet addict, I admit. I always fail miserably to grab hold of myself whenever I come home. Failed miserably.
Home sweet home. I brought home stacks and piles of revision and exe...