My birthday
Has become synonymous
With loneliness
When I have to order,
Pay for,
Cut my own cake
Alone.
When I have to shed tears
And be there for others
Who have lost someone
On the day the world gained me.
Tried so hard to be selfless
But my heart cries,
And is kind of jealous
Of those who have left this world.
Because of the loneliness
Of what remains behind
Is painful.
And I want to be rid of this pain.
But I cannot play God.
So I cave in,
Isolate,
HERMIT!
And remind myself that
It's just another day.
Happy 39th birthday to me,
From me.
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Manisha Dhalani
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Scones
Alright, let's not fuck about - here is what you need: Ingredients: 350g self raising flour 90g butter pinch of salt tsp of baking powder 3 tbsp caster sugar (or just normal white sugar would probably be fine) 175ml milk a squeeze of lemon a drop of vanilla an egg fresh strawberries, if they're in season Extra flour Even more flour Dried fruit (I consider this completely optional and usually leave it out)
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Gurl are you okay? I feel so worried after reading this. You're not suicidal are you? 🥺💔