My name is klariwari and I occasionally write things.
I’m currently 24 years old and a final year student at University with a major in General Linguistics / English Studies.
I don’t post as often as I would like. I use writing on this blog mostly as an outlet for dreams and anxieties I might have. I hope someone can at least relate to what I write 🙂
Groot veranderinge kom, en ek is bang. Ek gradueer (hopelik) in Desember, en ek trek na ‘n ander stad toe.
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The weekend passed by relatively quickly, and it’s almost time to say goodbye to Wehann and Ami and all their friends. Despite my breakup, and besides my mess-up with Wehann, the weekend went well. We had a huge braai last night, and a healthy number of drinks this time around instead of drinking myself silly. Somehow, I got talking quite a bit with Jako and I’m sure we’ll become good friends (nothing more, please). I’m sad to leave, but I need to go back to my own home and my own life. I have way too many issues to sort out. After, perhaps I can visit again.
Continue reading “Unworthy 2021: 14-16”
Die dag het belowend begin. Ek het laat geslaap, tot omtrent 09:20, wat baie lekker was. Ek het na ek opgestaan het ‘n heerlike koppie koffie gedrink en donker sjokolade McVities geëet. Dis net soos ek my bed wou opmaak dat ek gesien het my kat het deur die aand op my duvet opgegooi.
Continue reading “10 Julie 2021”
June (Same day)
It’s nearing dark when we pull up outside of Wehann’s rental house. My hands shake as I send him a WhatsApp message to let him know I’m here. While I wait, I take my suitcase out of the boot and set it down on the sidewalk. I see movement in my peripheral and I rush to give Auntie Erika a hug.
Continue reading “Unworthy 2021: 7-9”
Ek staar na die brief wat onskuldig op my tafel lê. Ek weet wat dit is. Ek weet wat dit gaan sê. En steeds kan ek nie myself kry om dit oop te maak en eintlik the kyk nie. ‘n Groot deel van my wil huil oor die onreg – hoe het alles so skeef geloop?
Continue reading “Onwaardig 2021: 0-3”
Wehann phones me out of the blue and invites me to Stellenbosch for a week, where he is currently studying something Literature-related. I don’t know what to say. It seems strange, out of character for him. We haven’t seen each other in years.
Continue reading “Unworthy 2021: 4-6”
I stare at the letter that lays on my counter, seemingly innocent. I know what it is. I know what it’s going to say. And still, I am unable to get over myself to open it. A large part of me wants to cry – how did everything go so wrong? The rest of me is just angry. Everything is my fault. I fucked everything up and look where it got me. I walk closer to the table and rest my hands next to the envelope. My hands are shaking and a cold sweat courses through my body. I know what the letter says, and my heart is broken already, so why can’t I get myself to open the damned thing?
Continue reading “Unworthy 2021: 0-3”
I trace my finger over my name, my address, and then I sink to the floor. I’m too weak.
Ek smag na iets wat nooit sal wees nie. Dis vreemd, hierdie gevoel. Ek is alleen, maar ook nie heeltemal nie.
Continue reading “Alleenheid (25 Junie)”
So my Seroquel XR 150mg dosage has been lowered to 50mg, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
Continue reading “Changing mental health”