Diary of a clumsy girl

I’ve broken my phone!  *tears* I am such a klutz. I dropped my phone for a millionth time and it finally cracked. The left side of the screen is shattered and the touch has stopped working. 😢

I’ve dropped my previous phones a hundred times, too, but never broke the screen. A Nokia phone is understandable, because duh, it’s Nokia. But I had an HTC One for three years before my iPhone and it lived despite me dropping it almost every day. 😳😳😳

It’s been not even a year and I’ve broken my iPhone 6. My dad is not happy. 😏 I feel so cut off from the world, without Whatsapp and Snapchat. Also, the two games that I religiously play: Ruzzle and Trivia Crack. 😞

I’m going to the Apple Store tomorrow. Hope I get it fixed! 😁


Nose piercing? 

In Pakistan, usually girls about to get married get their noses pierced. In my family, unmarried girls are not allowed to, as all the grandmas say it’s a sign of the girl being engaged. That’s what I was told all the time I was growing up.

However, all my younger girl cousins had their piercings done last year. I wanted to, as well, but mom reckons I’ll look really above my age as I’m not skinny and thin anymore. True, I’ve gained a couple of (okay, a lot of) pounds in the last two years, and I’m not skinny as I used to be. 😐

My mom has a point, too, I guess. Because I’m 26 in August soon. And she’s frantically trying to find me a husband. And because of my fatness, I’m having trouble keeping the attention of potential proposals. 😏

Ugh. Tbh, I really just wanna get it over with. 😐😐😐 I’m a huge scaredy cat when it comes to something involving needles and skin and pain. 😟 and sometimes, I just change my mind. What if I look stupid with a nose ring, what if it makes my nose look fatter? All these questions keep me overthinking up at night… 😕😕😕😕

Stone cold

A friend just told me that my sadness is just routine now. I don’t know what to feel about that. But that got me thinking. I do usually stay up at night, and one thought leads to another and I feel quite miserable and sad and cry for a bit. Usually, this happens every other night. And like my friend said, it’s routine. How do I stop my depression? Is there a button that I could just press to switch it off?