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Chapter No 12

Dear Diary

My life has become a dry spell. I don’t know what I want. I am not a moody bitch, neither am I a badass. I was a good girl, so still, I am a good girl. I am tired of playing victim. I know, I know life has led me here, but I don't know one thing, why I could not satisfy this society, not this society, but any society. Maybe I don’t belong to any society. I belong to no one. I am me, a person who has got nothing but space in her. A voice in my mind says so, Saliha, no one is responsible for your actions, no one but you. Do I? Whenever I make myself calm by telling myself so, I feel like a rebel, but can slaves be subversive? They do? Here my thoughts got stuck. I don’t know what it is, I know what my thoughts are for. I feel like I am under his damn power, I feel like he is snatching me away from my very own self. I, Saliha Roman Ali Gardezi, am not even allowed to keep his name with me. Why does it matter to me? It is because, since the beginning, I have loved him, since th
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