As I walk alone…

Green Day. The name I remember. Many people do. But….

We don’t remember the name because we memorised it….. We remember Green Day because it’s a part of our soul…. Green Day lives in our hearts.

Green Day… That boyband with the trio of Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, and Tré Cool…. you guys stole our hearts…. Surprisingly, we love to love you guys…. And are more than lucky to keep Green Day in our hearts forever.

American Pop, Punk, Rock…. yeah…. We could categorise the band into these particular music genres….

But Green Day, you were so much more than just an American Pop Punk Rock band… You touched souls of every music lover out there. You made us all long for guitars. You made us see the beauty in the darkness of life.

Don’t really know why, but I love Green Day. I’ve got childhood nostalgia related with their songs, and there’s no way to make me stop loving Green Day. Never. I love music. And Green Day is a big part in my definition of What’s Music?

By the way, the band also has had the contribution of some past members, beside the prime trio. And James performs alongside them during their concert tours.

Green Day, an all time teenage favourite, really was to the point in capturing our emotions which are always floating around our chaotic minds.

I really hope another revolutionary rock and roll band comes into the spotlight…. And helps us relive some Green Day-like magic.

But truth be told…. There can’t be another Green Day. It’s the one and only.

Green Day is an emotion.

– B. R. ♡

January’s comin’ back baby!

2:27 AM, Monday♡

Heyyyy!

… Guys! Whatcha doing?

I’m supposed to be sleeping right now. It’s 2:29 AM right now, and it’s night time. It’s cold and I’m not even inside the blanket. My head hurts. I can barely keep myself awake. I feel deoxygenated. But at least I’m happy. Kind of overthinking. But, overthinking in a good way. Good thoughts. Powerful thoughts. I feel good inside. My ears are listening. Listening… to Without Me by Halsey.

I’m loving it. Loving the song. It’s nothing, but this me moment feels nice. I miss someone. I’m hurt by many. I expect apologies and regret from some. And I also wish some people would forgive me. Understand that when I did what I did, it may have seemed wrong to them, but no I didn’t wanna hurt anybody. Nor save myself. I just did what I thought was right. And I really was. And I still am. I wanna apologize only because people were hurt. But deep down, I know I’m right. Well, my nose is hurting I don’t know why. I’m not even suffering from cold rn. Still. Yeah well, I don’t know why.

I think I should just shut up my mind and get some sleep. ☺

Oh wait…. I forgot to tell ya guys… Today’s the last Monday of 2018. And the last day of December. Last day of 2018. And January’s comin’back baby! ♡

Nah. I’m not actually excited much. But yeah I am happy I’m leaving behind things. And people. I would be able to say… That “you belong to last year. Now go live without me.”

Haha. I’m not evil, dude.

It’s just the truth.

I let people walk all over me. Let them take advantage of me. And they leave me, after taking me for granted, thinking they could live without me.

They don’t know that I was the one who healed them. And when they get up on their feet again, they step on me and walk away easily.

Nah. I’m not frustrated. I love what people do to me. I like the pain. It’s what I live for. I love to be used by people for rescuing themselves and hurting me in return. Thanks. I love such people. ♡

But yeah.

January’s here.

Y’all are gone cases.

Haha.

It’s my time now.

Now show me.

That you can live without me. I wanna see how that happens.

Happy last day of 2018 to my fella bloggers and wanderers!

With Love,

Bhabana Rabha.

💗

Mixtape

Recently, I read in The perks of being a Wallflower, where the protagonist, 15 year old Charlie, made mixtapes a few times… And that was actually my first time when I understood what a Mixtape is.

A combination of songs and feelings and vibes and well, a piece of the person’s heart. ❤

That’s a mixtape, I think. ^_^

My brother recently made a Mixtape which he is playing loud now… And I’m lovin it! More than McDonald’s. (Well, honestly, I never even tasted anything from McDonald’s hehe^_^)

Some of the songs are…

1. Tu Ashique
2. No type

Hanuman Chalisa🙏 also…

And some more songs… I don’t know the names.

By the way, have a nice time wherever you are, whomever you are, my fellow bloggers🌸

Love,

Bhabana Rabha.

Ever been played with?

Yes, he was a Playboy…!

Stole my heart. Stopped my heartbeat.❤

Loved me when he loved. Left me when he left.💔

I regret it all…. And at the same time I want it all back. This is a stinging emotion…. Making us feel nostalgically heartbroken, and like the loneliest and most unloved person in this world.

Where’s the love now- we find us asking ourselves…. Hadn’t we felt it? Hadn’t we thought “that love” to be true love? What?? Why?? How?? And then we find ourselves with wet eyes the next moment…. Clearly because we’re tired, we aren’t wanted anymore…. We are surrounded by suicidal thoughts…. We become cowards…. We become our own enemies….

What would happen to you, if you realize…. that you were just a doll, or a battery-run racecar for someone (though you are human, you have a LIFE)…. And how would you feel if you were thrown out, just because the person who loved you so much got a better car or a more cuter Barbie doll, because you got older and your lover didn’t want you anymore???

Don’t worry…. Dear, you need to live…. For you need to renew yourself…. Become NEW again- be YOU again!

You have your beauty, you have your soul, and you have you!

Stay Alive, Precious…. Let them play with your heart, let them play while they can…. For everyone becomes an “old toy” sometime, and believe me- you aren’t the only one who has ever been played and thrown away into the bin. I believe in Karma….

-blog by BHABANA RABHA👧