Last Thought Of The Night InMumbai
First and last for .. Everything. You stupid..
I am a 20 something girl, who s still metamorphosing from a pampered princess to the ultimate Queen Bee. Hard core retail therapy ain't cutting it. Join me in this journey of rant, complains, sweat and tears cos baby, Imma fly sky high :)
First and last for .. Everything. You stupid..
Well there is another one day left to 2013. Somehow, I have set my mind that if things do end on a good note, 2013 would be a breeze. If otherwise, well, f u cc k I really cant be asked.
Freaking flips of the stomach. Stupid wishful thoughts of weddings bells and ultimate family bonds. Hurtful assumptions that I bring to myself of possible scenarios.
Quite honestly, I hesitate to post things which are overly emotional or personal on here.
Sometimes, I wish I was a complete bitch . Being nice aint getting you a medal..
I wish I knew the old you. The one who was naive to love, stranger to a heartbreak, the one who was so sure he has got it all-the One, good life and all. And then, she leaves.
It feels so good to reconnect with old best friends. Makes you realise you did something right when you were young, and clearly stupid.
Do you wonder how I really am in person. Am I as "deep" , "over-analytical" and "revealing" like my writing. For me to know, for you to find out :).
Sometimes, I do think why things seem smooth-sailing for awhile. Is it because you have impending dilemmas later on or is it just that you 'deserve' this after going through hardships.
Once again I have let myself put my heart on a chopping block. Fabulous. Is it a cleaver or knife this time. Or perhaps I am spared?.
How does chemistry work if you had known the person for a while via technology but only meeting them in person now for the first time?.
By the way.. Have I mentioned that I refuse to believe that I am "in love". Coming to think on it, I am no longer certain if I was in love. One thing I am sure of is that it hurt. I got hurt, real...
Wish there wasn't an ego to stop one from saying "I miss you". Wish there wasn't a voice at the back of the head that keep questioning if I would be good enough.
Yea. That defines my current state of existence. 'On hold'- My prior excitement for homecoming has sizzled out, though it hasn't really progressed into a depressive mode, it is in a idle state.
Miss being me. Home no longer define me. Perhaps time would tell..
Sometimes answering questions isn't so bad.
Some say breakups pisses them off. Some couples don't work hard enough to work and resolve their issues off. Agreed- but. What about those who do nothing to fight for the other .
30 days it has been since I have lowered down my guards for a so-called opportunity. Well, if you ask me, this one month felt like a year.
I miss my bestfriend. That is all..
I knew I should have just stick to my guards. It was too good to be true.
That familiar tingly feeling. That stupid smile I can't get rid off my face The nagging thoughts about what he might be thinking or doing now. Cupid has struck me , hasn't She. That bitch..
One of the most delightful feeling one may experience is the relieve to know the person who you thought was, turns out to be different. In a good way of course :).
You know why I like you. It is not the confidence that radiates from you. Ain't your macho stories you talk about, for sure. Your honesty. Hmm, it could be a factor but that is not entirely it.
Newbie has progressed to intermediate level now. I love how the way I start off a new post thinking that I have ardent followers who actually keep up with my posts. Well, my apologies.
What am I afraid off. Is it the 'new-ness' of it after being comfortable in my own little bubble. Is it the bitter past. Perhaps, is it just my own insecurities .
What do you tell your friend if he wants to risk his study visa to beat the shit out of this man who tried to rape his friend?.
I was going on about needing a structure on the last couple of posts. Geez, sounds pathetic right. I am now repeatedly telling the world that I am a lost cause. LOL.
Past couple of days been utmost irritating. And I don't have PMS to blame on. Anyway, hello again to the people in this little bubble of escape.
Childhood days were a different world for me.
Thanks again for disappointing me when you could. Looks like dreams are capable to bring tears, reminding us the pain we tried numbing , although it has been a year.
Today, I woke up feeling murderous. I want to hurt someone, or just laugh out loud at someone else's misery.
Sometimes when you are trying to prove something to someone, you should try something new instead.
You know sometimes when they say you need to make some changes in life to allow good changes. Well something along that line at least. I thought I made a rather prominent change last year.
Dont read something thinking you HAVE to.
Does writing down ideas more liberating than typing it off. For me, it is. Many may argue writing takes longer, untidy etc. I really dont mind all that.
Was just having a pillow-talk via Whatsapp with my girlfriend about boys and chocolates. I was reminiscing about all the good times I had with the infamous Ex.
Have you ever wish that you could relive a day from that one phase of your life that you cherish so much.
So I am on a roll tonight. There should have a 'rant' tag because this is going to be one. What are your thoughts when it comes to procrastination.
A little birdie told me once that a girl and a boy can never be friends.
I am trying to deviate from talking about relationships, love, trust, cos hey, I can go on for hours ranting about it. I will save my little soap opera for another day.
Blogging used to be my thing, until it became a chore. Thats my problem, i let things be half- cooked. Love my eggs half cooked, but no too sure about the other things that matters.