It's all essentially about choices. Some choices you make, you live to regret. Some choices, when you don't see the other, makes you live on.
Maybe this is Monday- but I see no point in this facade. And I hate the fact that I have to live on...
Maybe this is Monday- but I see no point in this facade. And I hate the fact that I have to live on...
There are many things in this world that still appeals to me: the sweet smell of the rain has not yet been doused by the gasoline.
Why am I doing all this? Imagine a world where there are no listeners. What good will be your gyaan then?
Do I read to be the know it all geek?
Do I read to be the know it all geek?
The painful answer is yes.
Yes, I am like an nineteen year old who has just discovered Nietszche. And I am from the Retard academy who refuses to grow up- embrace the responsibilities.
I dunno what I am doing here... I am not smart, as some of these people are. I am not devoted,as it seems some of them are.
I am just the scum who wants it all.
2 comments:
Is that the pathan part of ure brain crying out?
decresae ur horizon - learn to get happiness in small things like rum-pani - & u will graduate from this
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