Burn Book

Dear stalker, I broke up with the first love of my life because I loved him too much. If you don’t understand that, it can mean one of two things: either you skipped chapter 1 or you didn’t read it well enough to understand it. Either way, welcome or welcome back! This chapter is about several people, but especially one person. Let’s call her J.  In a crowd of a hundred and fifty, it was hard to know the names of everyone that I was supposed to share the following five years with. It certainly didn’t help if they were the height of pygmies. Anyways, as a consequence, I had no idea who this J person was for a while. Eventually I came to know she was one of the “good people” in our batch. I never got to know her personally but only had a few interactions over the course of the initial few months there.  She was always really nice to me, for no clear reason. My principle was to treat people the way they treated me so, I was nice to her as well. I remember being the first person i...

Dear stalker, Never had I ever been bullied in my life. That is, of course, until I joined college.  My whole life, I had always been this sweet, quiet, and polite girl who was liked by everyone she met. I was never involved in drama or fights. I was obsessed with not getting into trouble and being someone everyone loved and adored. I used to flex about not having any haters. Boy, oh boy, was I about to be surprised.  A few months into my college life, I became the centre of attention for almost everyone in my class- and for all the wrong reasons. I was in a relationship with someone I never met in person and was slowly falling for someone else in my class. I know, I know- where are my morals? Where is my humanity? Right? Why would I leave someone I had been in love with for years over someone I barely knew for a few weeks back then? But that was the stark naked truth and I didn’t even try to hide it. I always made sure I told my then-partner (let’s call him P) everything that...