The story of my life (Yours too)

you have fallen on the ground,
waiting for a rebound,
get up, get down,
or let the world roll around.

trying not to give up,
but its all messed up.
and so far, just no luck,
you scream out, what the fuck!

with this one, you cant' fight.
so just live your life.
do it wrong, do it right,
you gonna be alright.

be it male, female,
we have some win, get some fail.
so Inhale, exhale,
and let the rock prevail.

Sometimes I feel that if I stay a failure, I might not regret my decisions.

You're my favorite song

You are my favorite song,
I can sing you all day long,
Close to my heart, where you belong,
You're my reason to go on.

My reason to believe in me,
You have changed the way I see,
My deepest hopes, my wildest dreams,
I now feel, they all could be.

(contd...)

I have screwed all of your lives, mine too, and I'm just merrily writing all about it, on this stupid blog. I'm an idiot.

What makes me love you? I guess, the way you look at me, the way you smile at me, I can see your love for me, in your eyes. Or is it just my love, reflected in yours. Can't say for sure. But I guess that's that. You reflecting my love, and I, reflecting you.

P.s. I can still see you.

I don't know how to move on. I guess I missed school that day.

Every time I read Eric Segal, I feel like what is the point of me trying to write? He has written everything I want to say to you. Why should I even try. I can never write as good as he has.

But then, he wrote for his love. I would write for you.

I HATE MYSELF!!!

The purpose to live

I'm doing it because it has to be done. I don't have a purpose to live my life. I don't care if I cease to exist this very moment. I have no idea what I would do with all this money. I don't even need money for food, I ain't eating anymore.

But, I'm just pushing myself, trying hard, in hope that someday, if, I find a purpose, I won't regret wasting my time, so that I won't look back at my past and blame myself for winding up in a bad state. I want to be ready, to be good enough, if and when, I find that purpose to live.

I wish the purpose would be you.

Sometimes I wake up at night and cry,
Until my eyes are all red and dry,
Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe,
Can't do nothing, don't even try.

And Just when I think I can't go on,
Your just one Hi, gets me by.

You know, what you mean to me

I know what I mean to you,
And you know what you mean to me,
Could have written a song about,
Just not in mood, I'm kinda sleepy.

You know what you mean to me...

Gonna play some music, in my tab,
Lie down on bed, with headphones on,
Won't sleep for long, too many thoughts,
Will keep on thinking, you, me, we.

You know what you mean to me...

Gotta wake up early, rush to work,
Don't see no meaning anymore,
Faces I see, don't care 'bout 'em,
Keep searching for you, Yamini.

You know what you mean to me... 

What we regret...

We don't regret that we found someone, we don't regret our time spent together, but we regret what we did what that person, and what we could have done. Regret is a rear view mirror, it shows only what happened in the past, the decisions we made, and the decisions we were too afraid to make.

I'm afraid. Can you help me?

Word of the Day: FUBAR

Adj. Fucked up beyond all recognition/repair/reason.

Use in a sentence: My life is Fubar.

Don't ask the questions, you don't want the answers to...

...thats why I never ask you, how are you? I would be sad, if you are sad. And I'm not sure what would happen to me, if you are happy.

I repeat, letting you go was the biggest mistake of my life. Dafaq.

Dafaq

If I am sending you personal message, chat or mail or whatever, and you are deleting it without even reading, then you should not feel bad if I'm not writing for you in the blog.

Had dreams of you all night. Happens every time after talking to you.

Sometimes, I think of writing

Sometimes I think that I should write. With all this pain, I'm sure what I write would reflect honesty, the people who read it might believe my stories.

But, writing is for someone who has figured it all out, someone who can conclude the story, who knows how to end it. I'm afraid I am not that person. I have no idea what is happening, what is going to happen or how to handle any of this.

Everyone is praising your pics, and everyone is coming to me.

And I hate it. Just crying. I should not have seen it.

You will forget me :(