hi!
it realy gets long before i write into it.
actually i feel more comfortable with my diary. its damn thick, and all filled up by me.
u can easily spend a couple of days reading it. its like a novel, n autobiography...
i know no one is going to watch this blog, or read this crap, still aj toda sa type karne ka man kar raha tha. erlier i used to type long mails for my friends.especially her..but now its no more. i wrote several ling nails for her, but she doesnt seem to like attending them.
every part of me is ruining me more and more.
m having a life infront of me, but i see the darker side.
things have taken big turns o th eway. who wr never suppozd to leave me, hav dichd me in th ewhirlpools of pains, and still say "i care"!
joke it is not. but i laug on it. over yhe mirror, and over th estars. everything appears fake and artificiall.
crying i am for a person who is my god, my soul. and laughing is the world watching me crying.
grt. atleast m making them smile.....
cant kill myself. dnt hav a reason to live.
kill me oh dear ones of mine, and save me and the world...