People always teach you a lesson.
Painful. Hurtful. Truthful.
Lessons are a part of our lives! Why? Why can’t we just be?
Somebody out there,refers to my blog as shit and that person thinks I did it for some silly purpose.
Oh! I surely did.
Purpose being,that I want to let out all this frustration. All the closed emotions.
One step closer,to explosion. I’m thankful we have something like this.
Why is the world being so sweet with me and she,the coldest? For once,I’m ready to tolerate everyone’s anger but not yours!! Is anger the right word? How do I explain? Anger isn’t the word,actually. Its a lot more.
2:09;listening to “all too well” by Taylor Swift. These never ending tears. Why am I bothered? Why am I getting affected,when she isn’t ? Life.
Life happened to me. Friendship happened to me. Attachment happened to me.
1:45 am,I was done studying accounts. 5 hours. I study. No bullshitting.
To be precise,I hardly sleep and eat these days.
I’m sure,I won’t be able to,till next 30-35 days. Dangerous curiosity.
Kandy asked me today,while we were waiting for my brother,after the tuitions,”how do you manage to write so much?”
Answer is,it feels better. It seriously does. I write it down and I feel so light with every passing minute,no wonder the pain is still there. Some people take pills. It makes them feel better. I would have,if only I had the money to. I prefer spending it on “Maybelline”,or whatever . Anything but pills. It sounds stupid,already.
Some people slit their wrist. Retards. I can never do that. Though I once thought,but that’d be so coward. Jumping off a bridge. London bridge. I can consider that. Haha. 🙂
So basically, I can’t sleep. Annoying.
Question- what would she be doing right now? She doesn’t even miss me. I hate her. Sobs* oh my god,I miss her so much.
Bharti,I know you refuse to read me blog,but somewhere I know you’re not so cruel,I know you’ll be back on the track. I hope.
My life is so boring. It has become boring,actually.
I think,I should be cheered up again,like before. Why not? Difficult.
I smile,still and laugh like nothing’s wrong. But deep down there my heart’s on fire.
Smiling through the tears is the most beautiful thing. True.
Is there anyone to even tell me that?
I’m not even using fancy,words here.
You see Bharti,I’m doing what you tell me.
Bharti thinks that,fancy words or those tough words are used by stupid people. If you try to show off your vocabulary,people find some other way to pull you down and they will start finding faults either in your accent(it has got nothing to do with this blog,right now!) Or your grammar.
Feeble soul,mine has become.
Crippling through my words,in my mind,filtering half of it and writing down one fourth of the filtered.
I don’t want to give a chance to anybody to point a finger,towards anything in my life,or say this blog.
People have this habit of getting into someone else’s life and then the attempt to be a critical analysis to their situations.
You do that with me,and I’ll make sure you never walk back home. 🙂
That anonymous person,told me I’ve got a broken soul which can be mended.
No,it can’t be. But I’m gonna start afresh.
I promise,to myself today.
I’m gonna Laugh. Live. Love.
And be hurt,of course that will eventually happen. I already am.
Oh! And by the way,I listen to trance now.
Filthy feelings freaking around.
I sound crazy now.
I better stop.