Don know why.. feels strange sometimes in life.. like theres really no meaning to what i do or where i think i want to go. Feels sick that the one think i liked, one thing i'm actually good at, i couldnt pursue. And maintaining oneself happy all the time is indeed a tough excercise. I used to be a poet before, now it seems even thats boxed n put to sleep. I think i'm losing my purpose. Its just plain barrenness.
Not that anybody ever reads my blog or respond to my posts saying " dude its all fine". I guess this i why i like to post here...
Solitude in a different sense...
I hope all this nonsense will eventually make sense...
peace.
