Whenever I look back
On the best days of my life
I think I saw them all on T.V.
I am so homesick now for
Someone that I never knew
I am so homesick now for
Someplace I will never be
Time won't let me go
Time won't let me go
If I could do it all again
I'd go back and change everything
But time won't let me go
I never had a 'Summer of 69'
Never had a Cherry Valance of my own
All these precious moments
You promised me would come in time
So where was I when I missed mine?
Time won't let me go
Time won't let me go
If you gave me back those years
I'd do it all better I swear
But Time won't let me go
If I could go back once again
I would change everything
If I could go back once again
I'd do it all so much better
Time won't let me go
Time won't let me go
If I could do it all again
I'd go back and change everything
But you won't ever let me go
Monday, April 21, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
i have a question to ask..just basically myself i guess
i really cant figure it out though. so i guess thats why i am writing/*at this
of the night*/
what have i become? what exactly am i
what is my reason for doing things the way i do
what is it that i want to achieve with my life
where do i want to go
where do i want to be decades down the line
what exactly is my PURPOSE in LIFE
i seem to be getting nowhere with my wanderings and ponderings of my mind.
i see around me everyday
life
death
grief
joy
hope
distrust
most of all a squandering for survival.
my question is what is it that i struglle so hard for
why do i insist on surviving this next second so that i can write these
words flowing through my mind.
what am i achieving through this
i cant see any of where i am going to.
i dont see any of it...
i dont see where the kid next door is headed
i dont see where my friend is headed.
i dont see where my family is headed.
i dont see where i am headed.
i dont see where you are headed.
i dont see where we are all headed.
i dont mean to sound philosophical
i'm just pissed with life in general.
not that i mind my present life its excitement or lack in thereof
its just the morbidity of life in general is getting to me for some reason.
i am unable to point it out.
i dont feel fear anymore.
not in the real sense. i totally seem to have given up on that particular
emotion just like that hot-headedness which seemed to have been ingrained
in my persona once long ago.
fear now no longer seems like something i can fear.
i seem to ask myself fear over what.
when on a cliff or in a really half-broken speed boat in a mile deep vast pond
all i could ask myself was 'oh so its a possibility that i might die here
or physically injure myself.' my brain was doing its thing.....screaming at me telling me to act sane and get away from that cliff since i am naturally
petrified of heights. but i also seemed to have settled in perennial calm.
i was at perfect ease with a sheer drop behind me posing for a photo.
i mean I i say it again "I" was at not just ease but perfect calm ease with
having no support rail behind me on that damned cliff.
more like a volcano.since it was one might as call it one.
oh btw,its called ciater.
but i dont understand how i could just let all my life not matter to me.
i didnt care at that moment. i still dont seem to.its puzzling to me
i cant sem to find my nerve to say it aloud.
so i am writing it, as aloud as i can get.
so here goes.
life-
i dont give a shit about it anymore.
everyday seems like another anthill to build. and frankly i just dont feel like it.
i dont care what happens today.
i couldnt care more or less what tommorow holds for me
and well, yesterday has already past.
so well my question i guess.,
when did i become this person in the mirror. she looks familiar to me, but not me
anymore. i dont recognise myself anymore and i havent in a long time.
each time i realise this these days i am becoming claustrophobic.
so i am starting to wonder..
after stopping to fear what most great men have feared the most in the past
have i started to fear...dare i say... myself?
i really cant figure it out though. so i guess thats why i am writing/*at this
of the night*/
what have i become? what exactly am i
what is my reason for doing things the way i do
what is it that i want to achieve with my life
where do i want to go
where do i want to be decades down the line
what exactly is my PURPOSE in LIFE
i seem to be getting nowhere with my wanderings and ponderings of my mind.
i see around me everyday
life
death
grief
joy
hope
distrust
most of all a squandering for survival.
my question is what is it that i struglle so hard for
why do i insist on surviving this next second so that i can write these
words flowing through my mind.
what am i achieving through this
i cant see any of where i am going to.
i dont see any of it...
i dont see where the kid next door is headed
i dont see where my friend is headed.
i dont see where my family is headed.
i dont see where i am headed.
i dont see where you are headed.
i dont see where we are all headed.
i dont mean to sound philosophical
i'm just pissed with life in general.
not that i mind my present life its excitement or lack in thereof
its just the morbidity of life in general is getting to me for some reason.
i am unable to point it out.
i dont feel fear anymore.
not in the real sense. i totally seem to have given up on that particular
emotion just like that hot-headedness which seemed to have been ingrained
in my persona once long ago.
fear now no longer seems like something i can fear.
i seem to ask myself fear over what.
when on a cliff or in a really half-broken speed boat in a mile deep vast pond
all i could ask myself was 'oh so its a possibility that i might die here
or physically injure myself.' my brain was doing its thing.....screaming at me telling me to act sane and get away from that cliff since i am naturally
petrified of heights. but i also seemed to have settled in perennial calm.
i was at perfect ease with a sheer drop behind me posing for a photo.
i mean I i say it again "I" was at not just ease but perfect calm ease with
having no support rail behind me on that damned cliff.
more like a volcano.since it was one might as call it one.
oh btw,its called ciater.
but i dont understand how i could just let all my life not matter to me.
i didnt care at that moment. i still dont seem to.its puzzling to me
i cant sem to find my nerve to say it aloud.
so i am writing it, as aloud as i can get.
so here goes.
life-
i dont give a shit about it anymore.
everyday seems like another anthill to build. and frankly i just dont feel like it.
i dont care what happens today.
i couldnt care more or less what tommorow holds for me
and well, yesterday has already past.
so well my question i guess.,
when did i become this person in the mirror. she looks familiar to me, but not me
anymore. i dont recognise myself anymore and i havent in a long time.
each time i realise this these days i am becoming claustrophobic.
so i am starting to wonder..
after stopping to fear what most great men have feared the most in the past
have i started to fear...dare i say... myself?
Monday, June 18, 2007
speaking of leverage
of late, a lot of thought has been done on
my part on almost everything..
for my part, i have as usual done a lot of
scheming and planning to get a few things
done my way. exactly as i see fit. even though
those things wont affect me in any way
i still have set about doing them. mostly on
an impulse to do so.
this is where the word leverage comes in.
its extraordinary how this tiny word holds
so much meaning in everything i have done
so far. its quite amazing for me, since so
many people i have dealt with in the past few
days seem so unaware of its presence.
i'm still somewhat dazedwith this whole thing
of how little one has to do to get a lot done
easily,efficiently with nobody cribbing...
REALLY!!!!!
Leverage:-
it comes in differnt sizes and propotions.
one can use as as one sees fit.it depends on
each individual's capacity of imagination to
evaluate another's capacity of intellect and
push the right bricks to get the position of
an elevated leverage.
also at times one can accumulate a lot of
small ones to attain a greater one. But one has
to be careful here since a change in the particular
situation can result in the loss of the leverage
with considerable loss of time.hence, one has to
risk one's luck at times.
*okay,okay. i have stopped the second person
monologue.ALSO,its not worth trying to throw
watever u can at the computer, since: 1.its not me
2.u cant write an evil comment later...*
so anyway,
and that conveys my sense of sarcasm too.....
:) :) :) :) :)
my part on almost everything..
for my part, i have as usual done a lot of
scheming and planning to get a few things
done my way. exactly as i see fit. even though
those things wont affect me in any way
i still have set about doing them. mostly on
an impulse to do so.
this is where the word leverage comes in.
its extraordinary how this tiny word holds
so much meaning in everything i have done
so far. its quite amazing for me, since so
many people i have dealt with in the past few
days seem so unaware of its presence.
i'm still somewhat dazedwith this whole thing
of how little one has to do to get a lot done
easily,efficiently with nobody cribbing...
REALLY!!!!!
Leverage:-
it comes in differnt sizes and propotions.
one can use as as one sees fit.it depends on
each individual's capacity of imagination to
evaluate another's capacity of intellect and
push the right bricks to get the position of
an elevated leverage.
also at times one can accumulate a lot of
small ones to attain a greater one. But one has
to be careful here since a change in the particular
situation can result in the loss of the leverage
with considerable loss of time.hence, one has to
risk one's luck at times.
*okay,okay. i have stopped the second person
monologue.ALSO,its not worth trying to throw
watever u can at the computer, since: 1.its not me
2.u cant write an evil comment later...*
so anyway,
and that conveys my sense of sarcasm too.....
:) :) :) :) :)
Friday, June 08, 2007
wel..atlast I'm trying to stop being lazy and write again.
to me right now it takes great effort...sigh.
hence the need to try to do something.well it could also be because
of the lack of net.but i would say its more lazy..
(*wondering how i am being truthful*???baffled)
so anyway, here is a purposeless post.
except for the purpose of being a purposeless post
this post has no real purpose. i figure I'm still me.
by the lines which are churning out as i write ,
the form and the structure they take seem somewhat
familiar to me.hence a relief.still cant be too happy.
okay well here goes..
see there is weird thing going on...this feeling.
a rather subtle one,quite incomprehensible but yet
decipherable in the relative sense.
its like when one is inside a bubble ...
feeling the weightlessness of being able to float
without any strings, a slight feeling of security
of immature hope that nothing can penetrate inside the
the pellucid glossy coating ,
but the knowledge that its just a thin film of
imagination which can easily be ruptured
remains in the mind.
an uncomfortable balanced state where one knows the
reality, its impossible,inescapable
grip on life, fully understands the heavy burden of
the current situation.
yet the bubble floats to watch
as though watching someone Else's life take a walk
with time through darkness.watching and revelling in the
profoundness of each moment of time.weighing the balances
to predict the consequences. and smiling with surprise
as time reveals the traps,the pits and extraordinary
number of decisions that life is requested,forced,
sometimes even given choices to take to proceed along
a chosen path. confused when seeing life utterly lost
having made a right decision. seeing the dangers of a
misstep, and praying for life's safety.
and at the same time genuinely appreciating the
intelligence, ingenuity of time in placing bumps at
unforeseen entrances. laughing heartily at the
inexplicable occurrences,tricky situations, queasy
circumstances and coincidences that time manages to
entangle life into. wondering
what steps life will take counter time's experienced
well practised moves. standing slack-jawed at the
inventive ways life comes up with when the route seems
impossible to make a journey through. sharing the
grief when at some turns life acknowledges that the path
taken needs to be abandoned, sharing the weariness of
the walk back to the cross-section of the roads.
seeing life feel exhilaration,jubilation at finding a
better easier path.
watching as doubt,caution seep through into life as
time leads on into the unknown.
and being let down when life slowly
wanes, becomes weathered with wisdom, losing the
spirit of adventure, does its best to avoid risks.
and looking up to see time happy as life learns along
each new venture.
i somehow seem to have gotten into this bubble right
now. and it feels like.... empty. void of emotion.
i seem to feel no specific regret when i lose or
elation of victory. like inside a bubble, broken
easily but for the mind's strength of belief.
"victory to one is a loss for another,
whether literally or psychologically"
- -
it is to understand that if one person wins the other
is assumed has lost.
but people can never be sure.
For what one person accepts as success, another may
consider only as a step toward victory and yet
another may prefer to
consider it as a failure.
- -
to me right now it takes great effort...sigh.
hence the need to try to do something.well it could also be because
of the lack of net.but i would say its more lazy..
(*wondering how i am being truthful*???baffled)
so anyway, here is a purposeless post.
except for the purpose of being a purposeless post
this post has no real purpose. i figure I'm still me.
by the lines which are churning out as i write ,
the form and the structure they take seem somewhat
familiar to me.hence a relief.still cant be too happy.
okay well here goes..
see there is weird thing going on...this feeling.
a rather subtle one,quite incomprehensible but yet
decipherable in the relative sense.
its like when one is inside a bubble ...
feeling the weightlessness of being able to float
without any strings, a slight feeling of security
of immature hope that nothing can penetrate inside the
the pellucid glossy coating ,
but the knowledge that its just a thin film of
imagination which can easily be ruptured
remains in the mind.
an uncomfortable balanced state where one knows the
reality, its impossible,inescapable
grip on life, fully understands the heavy burden of
the current situation.
yet the bubble floats to watch
as though watching someone Else's life take a walk
with time through darkness.watching and revelling in the
profoundness of each moment of time.weighing the balances
to predict the consequences. and smiling with surprise
as time reveals the traps,the pits and extraordinary
number of decisions that life is requested,forced,
sometimes even given choices to take to proceed along
a chosen path. confused when seeing life utterly lost
having made a right decision. seeing the dangers of a
misstep, and praying for life's safety.
and at the same time genuinely appreciating the
intelligence, ingenuity of time in placing bumps at
unforeseen entrances. laughing heartily at the
inexplicable occurrences,tricky situations, queasy
circumstances and coincidences that time manages to
entangle life into. wondering
what steps life will take counter time's experienced
well practised moves. standing slack-jawed at the
inventive ways life comes up with when the route seems
impossible to make a journey through. sharing the
grief when at some turns life acknowledges that the path
taken needs to be abandoned, sharing the weariness of
the walk back to the cross-section of the roads.
seeing life feel exhilaration,jubilation at finding a
better easier path.
watching as doubt,caution seep through into life as
time leads on into the unknown.
and being let down when life slowly
wanes, becomes weathered with wisdom, losing the
spirit of adventure, does its best to avoid risks.
and looking up to see time happy as life learns along
each new venture.
i somehow seem to have gotten into this bubble right
now. and it feels like.... empty. void of emotion.
i seem to feel no specific regret when i lose or
elation of victory. like inside a bubble, broken
easily but for the mind's strength of belief.
"victory to one is a loss for another,
whether literally or psychologically"
- -
it is to understand that if one person wins the other
is assumed has lost.
but people can never be sure.
For what one person accepts as success, another may
consider only as a step toward victory and yet
another may prefer to
consider it as a failure.
- -
Saturday, December 23, 2006
the course of a river has many meanders...
i just came to discover that life is weird..
its annoying,its bloody goddamn queer. ]
but hey its just dandy for me.
I've lived it till now in far worse circumstances.i mean just analyse the number and the type of extra-ordinary horrible sticky embarrassing situations I've gotten into. my life now has none of it. it's just a calm smooth one.it has its quiet ripples. the ripples which propagate as waves which pass on the amplitude and increase radially outward, and finally fading to nothing.
(shit!!! i need sanity...physics ain't doing good to my system is it depper?!!...oh btw..i still don't get y u wanna call yourself that..)
ok anyway getting back to life..
and u know wat. right now, more than anything in this world, i want those situations back. yeah, they made me feel uncomfortable,queasy, got me into loads of trouble but hey! i had fun. i truly enjoyed every bit of each of them. they added spice to my morbid life. its not like anyone could get themselves into those types of situations. till date i am yet to find any person with the capability to do so. after a lot of thinking i came up with two reasons, for why other people can never get themselves into those situations.
1. i figured they don't enjoy it ( yes, i know...Du-uh!!!)
2. somehow, nobody i mean absolutely nobody is able to react as peculiarly as me.(*sigh* even i fail to comprehend how i come up with those unique expressions at he perfect timings...*siighhh*)
so anyway...
right now i feel life is boring. but yet again i know that its not true. for even this life has its challenges. only they are of a different kind. it is quite a big challenge for me to be very serious,sober about things. i still ask myself Wat's the point in doing so. and yet again i have failed to come up with an acceptable answer.
i have always wondered why is it that i do wat i do. and if let free without these rules and relationships and duties that bind me will i be any different?
someone once told me a quote -
"freedom has a thousand charms to show,that slaves,
however contended shall never know"
reading it, i was speechless for a while.
it slowly sunk in. i thought about it and its reality trickled its way into my head. I'm still amazed with it. it still moves me.but now its different. in a way it reminds me that I've grown up whether i like it or not.I've matured into a person from being a child. that innocence has let go of me, trusting me to find my own path.it also led me to think, that no matter how free i might think i am, i shall always be bound, if not by other people and things, bound by my own thoughts,ideals and morals. i will always be bound by me. and these binds are wat makes me wat i am.
therefore,i dedicate this post to everyone out there probing,testing the waters of freedom for a footage.
its annoying,its bloody goddamn queer. ]
but hey its just dandy for me.
I've lived it till now in far worse circumstances.i mean just analyse the number and the type of extra-ordinary horrible sticky embarrassing situations I've gotten into. my life now has none of it. it's just a calm smooth one.it has its quiet ripples. the ripples which propagate as waves which pass on the amplitude and increase radially outward, and finally fading to nothing.
(shit!!! i need sanity...physics ain't doing good to my system is it depper?!!...oh btw..i still don't get y u wanna call yourself that..)
ok anyway getting back to life..
and u know wat. right now, more than anything in this world, i want those situations back. yeah, they made me feel uncomfortable,queasy, got me into loads of trouble but hey! i had fun. i truly enjoyed every bit of each of them. they added spice to my morbid life. its not like anyone could get themselves into those types of situations. till date i am yet to find any person with the capability to do so. after a lot of thinking i came up with two reasons, for why other people can never get themselves into those situations.
1. i figured they don't enjoy it ( yes, i know...Du-uh!!!)
2. somehow, nobody i mean absolutely nobody is able to react as peculiarly as me.(*sigh* even i fail to comprehend how i come up with those unique expressions at he perfect timings...*siighhh*)
so anyway...
right now i feel life is boring. but yet again i know that its not true. for even this life has its challenges. only they are of a different kind. it is quite a big challenge for me to be very serious,sober about things. i still ask myself Wat's the point in doing so. and yet again i have failed to come up with an acceptable answer.
i have always wondered why is it that i do wat i do. and if let free without these rules and relationships and duties that bind me will i be any different?
someone once told me a quote -
"freedom has a thousand charms to show,that slaves,
however contended shall never know"
reading it, i was speechless for a while.
it slowly sunk in. i thought about it and its reality trickled its way into my head. I'm still amazed with it. it still moves me.but now its different. in a way it reminds me that I've grown up whether i like it or not.I've matured into a person from being a child. that innocence has let go of me, trusting me to find my own path.it also led me to think, that no matter how free i might think i am, i shall always be bound, if not by other people and things, bound by my own thoughts,ideals and morals. i will always be bound by me. and these binds are wat makes me wat i am.
therefore,i dedicate this post to everyone out there probing,testing the waters of freedom for a footage.
Friday, October 13, 2006
ramdom could be the word
Its been so long since I've written anything that I can hardly fell what I'm writing now..Actually I cant see what I'm writing now coz its just a pour of words which are feeling an urgent need to cascade out all of a sudden.
I cant say I was very busy and that's the reason for not writing coz I really don't know the reason for my not writing be I was jus scared of writing because most the time when I start to write I get so immersed in it that reality quite fades away and I lose focus on what I need to do at that moment. It could be that or it could just be that I couldn't find words to write.
I've in this quiet mood for so long now and words are refusing to help me out in communication or expression. Its like a weird sense of doom enveloping and refusing to let go where one is stuck,suffocated but unable to let go.so u live on in that pit of darkness groping for a unseen hold.and things start to become worse.u lose your sense of direction and purpose.and all these emotions are enforced upon u with muting deal with seals for thought processes and therefore ur words.
words have always amused me.its like a addiction with me.when I find I do not know a word which someone uses I hunt like mad for a dictionary and learn all the different meanings for it and the process goes on coz when I open a dictionary I find painfully hard to shut it.sometimes I sit with it for hours and still might not be done.its like a link where one word leads to another and other to another and so on.as you meander in your thoughts with the words others come along and show u different possibilities and sentence structures.each word shows the levels of emphasis.its like a maze with one exit but many entrances.its quite weird that way coz when u enter in such a maze u should be able to leave through another entrance.coz logically when u have many entrances they all serve as exits as well.only in this case they don't.
and also the little I talk these days end up being pointless like this post.
may be its because I feel clogged with the atmosphere at school.it could be a possibilty.or it could just be me going into a shell for a reason which I'm unable to figure.
with all this I'm suddenly feeling a strong urge desire and passion to win. One so deep that its almost consuming me.i want to win beyond all reason,beyond all the distances,no matter what I face,no matter the strength of the opposition,no matter who I face.i don't care about the consequences.i want to win in each and everything.may it be an argument or a debate or even trying to overtake a car to get home a millisecond faster.
and so this is the first step I'm taking.i'm writing.forcing the reluctant words to flow once again and come to aid when I converse.it might a feeble attempt.but to me all that matters now is that I make an effort.
my quote -
"It matters not whether you win or lose; what
matters is whether I win or lose. "
I cant say I was very busy and that's the reason for not writing coz I really don't know the reason for my not writing be I was jus scared of writing because most the time when I start to write I get so immersed in it that reality quite fades away and I lose focus on what I need to do at that moment. It could be that or it could just be that I couldn't find words to write.
I've in this quiet mood for so long now and words are refusing to help me out in communication or expression. Its like a weird sense of doom enveloping and refusing to let go where one is stuck,suffocated but unable to let go.so u live on in that pit of darkness groping for a unseen hold.and things start to become worse.u lose your sense of direction and purpose.and all these emotions are enforced upon u with muting deal with seals for thought processes and therefore ur words.
words have always amused me.its like a addiction with me.when I find I do not know a word which someone uses I hunt like mad for a dictionary and learn all the different meanings for it and the process goes on coz when I open a dictionary I find painfully hard to shut it.sometimes I sit with it for hours and still might not be done.its like a link where one word leads to another and other to another and so on.as you meander in your thoughts with the words others come along and show u different possibilities and sentence structures.each word shows the levels of emphasis.its like a maze with one exit but many entrances.its quite weird that way coz when u enter in such a maze u should be able to leave through another entrance.coz logically when u have many entrances they all serve as exits as well.only in this case they don't.
and also the little I talk these days end up being pointless like this post.
may be its because I feel clogged with the atmosphere at school.it could be a possibilty.or it could just be me going into a shell for a reason which I'm unable to figure.
with all this I'm suddenly feeling a strong urge desire and passion to win. One so deep that its almost consuming me.i want to win beyond all reason,beyond all the distances,no matter what I face,no matter the strength of the opposition,no matter who I face.i don't care about the consequences.i want to win in each and everything.may it be an argument or a debate or even trying to overtake a car to get home a millisecond faster.
and so this is the first step I'm taking.i'm writing.forcing the reluctant words to flow once again and come to aid when I converse.it might a feeble attempt.but to me all that matters now is that I make an effort.
my quote -
"It matters not whether you win or lose; what
matters is whether I win or lose. "
Friday, June 30, 2006
by george this is sad...
i utterly completely dont feel like writing.
i'm forcing myself to write this now coz....i dunno
i kno i should do some writing and not feeling like it is not good or helping my situation but then its not my fault. i'm one of those people who are extremely prone to mood swings.only in my case one mood comes over me and envelopes me in its entirerity. so if a weird mood looms around the corner especially when in school its very uncomfortable and obviously weird. for like i cant act weird in school especially when LC is crapping about some shit which i dont get no matter how hard i try.
and i feel weird all the more coz i totally dont feel like sitting there right then.isnt that the second time i used totally?
i knew it...damn...god save me.i'm using the same goddamn word twice.
repetiton is bad.very bad.damn. i should do something about this.there i'm using damn too many times.this isnt fair.i've been in this dumb ping mood for quite a long time now.it doesnt seem to be budging either.
i wonder exactly how do you change your own mood?
arent moods instinctive and impulsive?
they are spur at moments notice unnoticed by anyone right?
so how can one change them?
but then the main problem is not the mood but the fact that i havent felt like writing so like months now.
MONTHS...
and i dont know wat to do other than crap and whine about it here.
but hey writing this is a step forward right?
wah how should i know?
its not fair.life's not fair.
obviously my mood doesnt seem like leaving even now for i can see that i'm not making even the tiniest bit of coherent thinking and its shown pretty well in my writing.
but i'm gonna do this for this is the first step and i have to do it anyway.
it takes courage to write shit and post it.
i like this quote:
courage isnt always a roar, most of the time its a tiny voice that
says i'll try again tommorow.
thank you i know its lovely coz its by me...
i utterly completely dont feel like writing.
i'm forcing myself to write this now coz....i dunno
i kno i should do some writing and not feeling like it is not good or helping my situation but then its not my fault. i'm one of those people who are extremely prone to mood swings.only in my case one mood comes over me and envelopes me in its entirerity. so if a weird mood looms around the corner especially when in school its very uncomfortable and obviously weird. for like i cant act weird in school especially when LC is crapping about some shit which i dont get no matter how hard i try.
and i feel weird all the more coz i totally dont feel like sitting there right then.isnt that the second time i used totally?
i knew it...damn...god save me.i'm using the same goddamn word twice.
repetiton is bad.very bad.damn. i should do something about this.there i'm using damn too many times.this isnt fair.i've been in this dumb ping mood for quite a long time now.it doesnt seem to be budging either.
i wonder exactly how do you change your own mood?
arent moods instinctive and impulsive?
they are spur at moments notice unnoticed by anyone right?
so how can one change them?
but then the main problem is not the mood but the fact that i havent felt like writing so like months now.
MONTHS...
and i dont know wat to do other than crap and whine about it here.
but hey writing this is a step forward right?
wah how should i know?
its not fair.life's not fair.
obviously my mood doesnt seem like leaving even now for i can see that i'm not making even the tiniest bit of coherent thinking and its shown pretty well in my writing.
but i'm gonna do this for this is the first step and i have to do it anyway.
it takes courage to write shit and post it.
i like this quote:
courage isnt always a roar, most of the time its a tiny voice that
says i'll try again tommorow.
thank you i know its lovely coz its by me...
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