A Major Catastrophe!!

 

   Hello Fam,

   I hope you all are doing great. If any of you are mid heart attack or stuck in that dream-life realm, let me tell you yes, yes this is real. I am back! And not in whole pieces but that doesn't matter. I saw a post on Facebook the other day that stated, 'Is WinterWrites Dead?' and there was legit a whole paragraph underneath so let me tell you no, I am still alive. Still breathing and functioning, though I am a little sick. I was really sick before and my laptop was with my mom so I had no way to write. I also stayed up all night yesterday, replying to all of your emails so i'm pretty gassed by now. 

   Since it has been, what? 20 days since I last uploaded so iv'e got loads to spill with you, starting with Today. So Today I went to a mall with my family, called Me-, wait, no no no, they did not pay me to advertise them so ill just head to the experience. We arrived by 3:30 p.m. and let me tell you... I could get lost. The mall was huge but then something clicked, my mission. I searched the mall, one isle to the other, one turn to the other, bumping into one person and then another and after searching for 15 minutes which felt equivalent to decades I got the biggest, most saddest, devastating news of all eternity. You wanna know what? There was no toy section. Honestly it was quite the catastrophe. 

   After that I lost most of my enthusiasm BUT since i'm not all negative I decided to keep my hopes high, after *ahem ahem* almost 10 minutes of sulking in misery. I walked with my family and went from peanuts to scarfs to meat and everything you can think of and I felt like dying. It was also that moment when I started to get sick again, like not vomit sick but like temperature sick. My legs were drooling because I had been walking far too much. I took out my pocket watch to see that it was 4:45. Yep... 4:45 p.m.! Your precious Winter was tortured for AN HOUR AND 15 MINUTES!

   Luckily my parents felt pity for me and they took us siblings to a sitting area and ordered food. Since I felt sick, I got french fries, both my brother's got a pack of bite sized chicken tenders along with fries, and lastly, both my parents got Panini sandwiches along with fries (us family got issue with fries). Anyways the meal was fantastic and I enjoyed a lot; don't question my relationship with food.

   We reached home by 6:30 p.m. and I slept in the car but you know the problem with sleeping in the car. Its just honestly so great when you're a kid, you just get magically exported to your bed by the time you open your eyes but when you're old, noooo... you get a hard smack on the back (I mean the back-back for clarification, the one that lies opposite to the chest) and a whole lotta yapping, "oh we're homeee, oh get up, oh you hag" like whyyy???

   Aside from today I really really really have to talk to you guys on the inappropriate emails you guys sent me and the comments you guys gave on my most previous blog regarding me and Chotu. I could give it written to you guys, spend years carving it on the walls of mighty caves with just a safety pin that we are nothing; aside from rivals that is. We are nothing and we never ever will be. Let me tell you some recent comments he gave me when he read my most previous blog; She's gonna call me Chotu, ill call her shorty. She got a B, I got an A. I'm faster, stronger, smarter, better. That seem like some love-sick shit to you? Like I was hurt, I really was and I went too far, not with him, not with people but with myself. I pushed myself too hard after that and i'll tell you guys what I did in the end of the blog. So like first thing that came to my mind on his reply was like okay, okay fine but if you really were all that you wouldn't have to boast about it all the time. My friends also took my side, they were like, he forgot to mention stupid, or like grammatical mistakes but guess what? I didn't shake it off.

   You see I am a very, very emotional person, like I cried my heart out on the first episode of Attack on Titans (for those who don't know, its an anime). I tried to do better in school and I actually did, I did quite great. We were having assessments in school and like according to me I did outstanding. I got;

  Math       9.5/10

  English     14/15

  Science    10/10

  Religion     9/10

   Aside from that we had two speakings, which were just oral presentations. I got 5/5 in both of them. That rounds my percentage to about 95.45% and my grade to be A and i'm quite happy with it; well was happy... for a while. 

   So like to conclude I took it to heart and now Chotu sends me emails to upload a blog? Fascinating to be honest...

   To set aside from some of the stress I got like a tale for you. So there I was, just chilling in class, last period, the sweet, sweet relief of almost being free. Our science teacher, the bearer of doom and destiny, had just informed us that the results of our assessments were coming. Naturally, I braced myself for impact. I mean, it wasn’t going to be good. Totally anxious, a little broken inside, and coping with humor—because what else can you do when life is crumbling?

   Anyway, I was trying to distract myself by doing what any self-respecting person does when they’re about to face an impending disaster: chewing on the back of my pen. Yes, you heard that right chewing. It’s a terrible habit, I know, but it's one of those moments where you just do it without thinking.

   Then... I heard it. That tiny but absolutely dreadful tick. The exact sound I did NOT want to hear. Immediately, my mind started racing: "Please no, please no... I can't deal with this." And there it was a bitter taste in my mouth.

   I reluctantly pulled my pen away from my lips, and 'brace yourself' IT BROKE. I was now officially the proud owner of a pen that had exploded in my mouth, sending ink everywhere. It was like a mini disaster in slow motion. My lips were now covered in ink, and I had this sinking feeling I was about to live out my worst nightmare right in front of my entire class.

   So, like any responsible student in my situation, I did the only thing that made sense: I did the “walk of shame.” You know, the slow-motion, head-down, I’m-trying-to-hide-my-shame but totally failing walk towards the teacher. She glanced up, took one look at me, and said, “Go wash your face in the bathroom.”

   But plot twist... the ink was POINTER ink. You know the type that doesn’t wash off, no matter how much you scrub. I now looked like a smurf who had gotten a little too friendly with a pen.

   And then, just as I was about to give up on life, fate stepped in. Enter Shahista, my best friend, who appeared in the bathroom like she was summoned by the universe. At first, I thought, "Thank you, God!" I told her to go to my class, grab my wallet, and buy me a face mask, so I could at least pretend to have my life together. But that wasn’t the end of this saga. Oh no.

   See, the teacher wasn’t having it. She had this whole “watchdog” mode activated and wasn’t buying Shahista’s story for a second. I mean, Shahista gave the teacher everything; her class schedule, her dad’s name, even her phone number, but the teacher was like, “Nice try, kid.”

   So, what does the teacher do? Sends Maham, the brightest student in the class, to escort Shahista, but with one strict rule: don’t give her the wallet. Talk about a plot twist.

   Shahista, a little flustered and defeated, finally handed me the face mask, and we had a good laugh about the whole thing. I may have looked like a failed science experiment, but at least I survived the ordeal.

  So honestly, since i'm really sick and I took like about 10 breaks while writing this blog just to lie my head down for half a minute, i'm going to get to the main point of this blog. I actually wanted to thank this one person, I don't know who they are, I don't know their name, all I know is i'm really grateful for him, and i'd be really grateful of you guys too if you could share this blog with as many people as you can, try to get the message to the person. 

   There was a time when I felt like everything in my life was falling apart. I was trapped in this endless spiral of self-doubt and sadness, constantly asking myself, Why is this happening to me? Who am I really? I felt like a failure, like I was never going to measure up to the expectations I had for myself or the ones others had for me. I wasn’t good enough, and it seemed like everything I did only made things worse.

   It didn’t help that my mom was mad at me. She wasn’t talking to me, and all I could think about was how much she hated me. My dad - he probably felt the same. And then there was my B-grade in my expert class... It felt like the last straw. How could I mess up something so simple? I thought maybe I didn’t even belong in this world. Maybe I wasn’t worthy of love, of friends, of anything. People deserved better than someone like me. I didn't fit in, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was a disappointment to everyone around me.

   And then, in the midst of all this darkness, a thought hit me. A horrible, overwhelming thought. Maybe I don’t deserve to live. That thought paralyzed me. It was like everything around me froze, and I was left alone with this gut-wrenching feeling. I couldn't escape it.

   In a haze of pain, I reached for the tiny pocket knife I’d been hiding. I held it in my hand, feeling the cold steel against my skin. It seemed like the only way out, the only way to stop the noise in my head. I went outside, barely aware of where I was going, just needing to escape. I found myself sitting on a bench at the park, the same place I’d been so many times before, but this time it felt different—heavier.

   Then, out of nowhere, a boy came and sat opposite me. He looked to be about 18 or 19, and I guess he saw the knife in my hand. He didn’t react with fear or judgment, but instead, he gave me a small smile. "Life’s tough, isn’t it?" he said. I couldn’t even bring myself to respond. All I could do was nod.

   He didn’t stop there. “Home?” he asked, and once again, I nodded. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but what happened next completely took me by surprise. The boy stood up and sat next to me. He looked at me with this warmth in his eyes, like he saw more than just a person in pain. "Do you need a hug?" he asked gently.

   I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t even have to think about it. Yes, I needed a hug. I needed to feel something other than the crushing weight of the world. I nodded, and without saying another word, he pulled me into his arms. In that moment, something shifted. The tightness in my chest loosened, and I felt a small sliver of peace.

   He gently took the knife from my hand, without a word, and slipped it into his pocket. When he pulled back, he patted my cheek lightly, as if telling me it would be okay. Then, just like that, he stood up and walked away, leaving me with a strange sense of calm that I couldn’t explain.

   I haven’t seen him since, but I’ll never forget him. He was a stranger, but in that fleeting moment, he was my savior.

   That night, everything changed. My mom came to me. She didn’t stay mad, and she didn’t hold grudges. She forgave me. She brought me soup in bed, hugged me like I was the most important person in the world, and handed me chocolates and lollipops. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt loved. I felt like things might actually be okay.

   The next day, I got my assessment results. They were fantastic—better than I could’ve hoped. And that day? It was the best day of my life. For the first time in a long time, I felt content. I felt at peace.

   I’ll always be grateful to that boy in the park who took a moment to show kindness when I needed it most. Sometimes, all it takes is one small act of compassion to remind someone that they matter, that they’re not alone. That boy gave me more than just a hug. He gave me the hope to keep going. And for that, I’ll always be thankful.

   So the blog is quite long and i'm pretty tired so I wont add photos or emojis or edit this blog since honestly I just need rest for the moment. I'll hopefully upload again, this Wednesday so stay tuned. Don't forget to comment and share my blog with as many people as you can, it really helps support me and aside from that I really want to get the message to the unknown boy who helped me, a lot. I love you all, byeeee!!!

     (Winter has left the chat...)