The ULTIMATE breakups and how to cope up with them.Β 

Okay so, you would be lying if you said that you haven’t had that one particular guy/girl in your life who has driven you CRAZY. Not sexually, either. 

And it always ends with someone getting hurt, Emotionally or physically. 

If you’re still reading this, you’ve probably been there. And I sympathize with you pal, but come on, you got to get your head back in the game & just deal with it. 

So now, I asked four of my friends of how they dealt with THE breakup. And guess what helped them out?



Okay so, this particular bestfriend, she’s like the third person in the relationship.

She proof reads the texts you send to your ex, probably also chats with him from your phone when you’re not feeling like it, and is definitely going to be your baby’s fairy godmother. And the ex should not mess with this bestfriend, cause when time comes, she might even cut you. 

And thats why, BROS BEFORE HOES, because, your bestfriend would be holding your hair while you puke all the alcohol you consumed in frustration of the breakup. 

Its a universal law. Hoes before bros.

Or was it..??


So have you ever wondered, what you would do without this guy you think you’re in love with, and would do anything for?

Think again, boo.

Was he breastfeeding you? If not, hes not that big of a deal.

Cause when you’ll be miserable & sad & probably high on java chip cookies & hot fudge, your mom would sit down beside you & help you figure your shit out.


Everyone has their own way of dealing with breakups, and while girls prefer netflixing & chilling with their ice cream tub, boys go a bit extreme.

They trade ice cream tubs for hot girls, and ‘THE NOTEBOOK’ for ‘MARVEL’

But thats okay. You gotta do what you gotta do. 

And you gotta do whosoever you gotta do😏😏  


Accept it, we all have that one friend who’s legit given up on love after the bad breakup. They’re like the nemo, which does not want to be found. 

And its okay, if you’re one of these people, cause honestly, I’m this person too. This person is the deal. This person has it all figured out, and will probably grow up to be the next big thing.


It always turns out to be fine, trust me on this, because no breakup should be bad enough for you to lose yourself while dealing with it. 

No guy/girl in this world is worth it. Do not let any human being be the key to your happiness. FIND SOMETHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO & NOT SOMEONE? 

You’re not the gentle breeze that flows by, you’re not the peaceful sunshine, neither are you the slight drizzle. You’re a thunderstorm, a hurricane of thoughts, and if you’d touch anyones heart, they’re going to remember you forever, because for you they were just a wandering mind looking for love, and you gave them love, made them feel good about the skin they wear, and then you just disappeared, because that’s what you do, right? Escape into the own perplexed world of yours because if you’d try to make anyone understand how you feel, you’d run short of words. You’re a beautiful chaos, but you know how to fix yourself. Around one am in the night, you’d meet your darkest fears, everything’s that been wrong in your life will haunt you for a while, but it’ll be okay, you need to break before you shine, you’re just another beautiful combination of a confused mind and a determined soul. You are me, and thousands of others, and you are alive and breathing. ~ i love you all. 

Good morning xoxo 



Overcoming addictions

THE Not so high & mightyΒ 

Heart rate increasing, the blood flowing in your veins suddenly has a certain ecstacy, it all feels numb, the pain, the fear, its all gone. 

You couldnt call me an addict. It was not like i ever craved for it, but i had done it. I had held it in my very own hands, and i had let it touch my lips. I sucked it in, even though i didnt like the feeling of it. What had gotten me here? Was it peer pressure? Was it the need to be known among a bunch of kids? Was it to impress that one guy who’d probably be too high to even remember the entire relationship? And honestly? You’ll never know what you’ve dragged yourself into. Your once soft and tender eyes will turn blood shot, you will turn pale with every drag you take, and their will be a part of you burning up along with your joint.

Their are so many kids who are dragged into drug dealing, at a tender age. They never know how it feels to have a mother who tucks you in after a long day, they dont get to experience the warmth which comes with having a family. They are made to deal with people who are too high to care whether they’ve had food or not. 

I remember that night crystal clear. And it kept playing in my head till I felt like i had to confide it to somebody. Anybody. I was on the way to my gym, and their was this shady lane on the way. Being accustomed to my addiction towards smoking, I searched for a local shop to buy some ciggaretes. And stepping into that shop, somehow, entirely changed my life, in a good way, that is. I looked up to find a little boy, around 7/8 years old, staring at me with sadness in his eyes. And even though we didnt have a heart-to-heart conversation right there, i felt a pang of hurt and guilt when i gave him the money for my smoke. He looked at me, like he had not wanted me to buy something. He looked at me, like he was asking me to turn away, to take the money and go back. To not smoke. 

Feeling the need to talk to this boy, i asked him his name and why he was in this shop, while he should clearly be far, far away from this place. He looked at me, mildly shocked that i’d cared to have a conversation with him. I was running late, but not even for a single moment, i felt the urgency to leave the place despite of how dangerous it was. The boy looked at me as if he saw something foreign to him, as if it was too hard to believe that anyone could talk to him without an actual reason behind it.

I spoke to him for ten minutes, and somehow or the other, i’m glad i did. The boy was hurting and hungry, when he found his master, who owned a tiny bar not far away. His ‘master’ had taught him how to smoke, how to make a drink, and stuff like that. The boy asked me how it was to be in school, and asked me to stop coming here. He told me with innocence filled in his eyes, that people who buy that stuff are bad, and they do bad things to him. I knew what he was talking about, and i wouldnt wish that upon my worst enemy. 

Having said that, I’ve personally got no issues if you smoke. Hell, we all have coping mechanisms, and its FINE to get away for a while. But do not ever let anything except for pleasure get you in this.

No breakup, no heartbreak, no fight is good enough for you to lose such a precious part of yourself.

We all have issues. You could try writing in a diary. Tell your mom. Do something that makes you happy, not something that makes you high. 

Its safe to say, we are not the only ones trying to quit. The ex president, had some secrets too. 

I’ll be there for you, if you stop smoking too. 

Nevertheless, you’re all the 15/16/17 year olds who are being exposed to a lot of things at once. We’re probably the strongest of generations, who hold the power to move mountains, and change the way the universe works. Take pride in that, and be a better person for yourself. 

Good evening. 

I hope no one takes this to be offensive