I
I am thinking about...
the present... if i am making the right choices...
I said...
i hate lies... i mean every word of it...
I want to...
be satisfied... nothing satisfies me... there is always scope for improvement...
i had made better use of time in my earlier days... played more...
I hear that...
endurance running is bad for the body... yet i run like crazy...
I wonder..
what is the purpose of my life...
I am...
cynical…yet i get hurt…
I dance...
for lesser than a second when i think i will be super-duper-happy...
I regret...
not being able to keep every one happy...
I sing...
only in my head... and always "nothing else matters" by metallica.. its my anthem...
I cry...
occasionally... last time i cried was while reading the kite runner...
I am not always...
as optimistic as i look/behave...
I make with my hands...
more trouble... than I can get out of...
I write...
while introspecting...
obsession with dreams...
I need...
to be pampered...