An open book with enough pages.
To be honest, I am terrified of my creation, which happens to be this blog. I don't know what I will be talking about, let alone who will read any of this. But even the idea that an extra pair of eyes might potentially land their gaze at anything that I write is scary enough.... Continue Reading →
Hi. Instead of writing a whole blog post describing myself, I decided to give you a list about things that I like. This way, you can form your own ideas about the type of person I am, rather than wait to convinced-- or not (looking at you, conspiracy folks)-- that I am who I tell... Continue Reading →
Okay, so here is the thing: I know what feels good for me and what doesn't. Yet, somehow, I stubbornly resist doing things that fit in that former category for a chance to engage in activities in the latter. For instance, I like watching reality TV. It's a guilty pleasure but pleasure, nonetheless. However, its... Continue Reading →
With time, he said, your favorite blue jeans will slowly rid themselves of the blue. So will your memories.
My first memory of being on a train: I must have been around 7 or 8 years old. I was traveling with my dad (from a place I now can't seem to remember) back to our hometown of Ankara in Turkey. It was an overnight train with sleeper compartments. Ours had a bunk bed and... Continue Reading →
How do you get out of a friendship that reminds you of a bad marriage? A frienship where the love of a friend seems to suffocate more than nurture. A friendship in which the "give" seems to be more than what you can (or want to) provide, while the "take" is shoved in your face... Continue Reading →
I never thought I would be depressed. I never thought I would have an eating disorder. Yet, both of these things happened to me and AT THE SAME DAMN TIME. My aunt recently asked me, "Why haven't you told me?". I think that's what depression is: not asking for help when you should. Feeling lonely... Continue Reading →
Wondering Soul 