Hounded at every end. People are civil only so long as you are of use to them, or less they toss you away. I feel tautly stretched, and I see no way this is ever going to change. Everything, work, life outside seems to be part of walking the same tightrope. Say a word out of line, and people scream. If you are thinking according to the way someone else thinks, they are willing to hear you out. Otherwise, you are just an irrational lout, and what you speak is nonsense. Even with your own people, you are constantly proving a point. Taking a stand. You cannot just talk.
I barely feel human. And very alone.
Bad English is my birthright
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Take it easy kiddo. This too shall pass :)
Thank you. I believe it has to. How are things with you?
And while at it, I saw a white-throated kingfisher outside my window yesterday. It waited ever so patiently while I ran and took a bad picrure of him.
i beg leave to remind you that such things as animal rights exist. you can't just take bad picrures of them, and expect to cover yourself with glory.
arre, ami ichhe kore moteo niini. o oibhabe boshe chhilo, ami ar kichhu pelam na. look, he'll be back. and while at it, amader oi gachhtate abar akta female kokil eshechhe, kat kat kore shakal bela cheelchitkar kore, uff!
hm. kokil cheelchitkar kore. bhabchhi, oi gachhtar dosh, na jar pashe gaach, tar dosh... ?
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