I have sat, anticipating the arrival of a listening ear. So now I am screaming, I give no fucks and you can simply disregard my thoughts, my ideas, and my will to share. This is all of me. Imperfect, nonchalent, hopeless romantic, sharp, intelligent, beautiful, ugly, rude, ignorant, lustful, blunt, whatever titles and classifications you would like to give...Hello my name is India...and it is nice to meet you too!
"We hold on so tightly, because we’re terrified of loss. We hold on till our hands bleed. And in that self-shattering persistence, we fail to see the answer: Just let go."