Mumbling of a wolf

Dear confused mind, I know you care for me, you want me to be satisfied and successful. You keep comparing me with those people you have seen back then with those beautiful physique and glittering attires. You keep comparing me with people who have achieved unrealistic things in their life and remind me to be like them. Just for a change, I was thinking about you when I realized few things so I am writing them to you. Success is a hypothetical term, defined to make someone feel motivated for further journey and not to make them feel less of themselves. Instead you watch people on social media and wish my life was like them, that lifestyle with high ranks in college, 5.6ft height to complement 28in waist, 6 packs with perfect beard. Stop comparing me with them, I am not them. So, unfollow every account which makes you envious. Some people achieve their goals by the age of 20 because they have been working on it since they were 15, I have achieved my goal of scoring

Sleeping in a large hall, I was excited about the next day event. I went to sleep imagining things I have to do tomorrow. Imagining things? Well, usually it's my most favorite thing to do because I can forget other things and have a low-key soothing time. Few minutes before I woke up, I could feel his aroma around me. I could recognize it because of his past attempts of trying and partly succeeding in having a so-called conversation/meeting with me, which I definitely didn’t want. How could I do that? I was taught very clearly, "Never talk to a stranger". It didn’t take me long to wake up and find him sitting next to me and staring back at me. I was confused, confused what to feel. Uncomfortable under my own skin, alone in a hall full of people, regrettable for being a girl, disgusted of him being a man or I think, may be, scared? I managed to wake up and sit back when he took a step or two back, he asked, “water? You were asking for water to your mother yesterday