Hear this and hear it clear. Read this and know, for this is the only place where my expression has existence, where I'm apart from every strife that lays siege to my life ( Read more... )

When did I start running?

When

did

I

start

running

?

When did I start running?

When?

The dessert called disillusionment. You know it's so wrong but still you can't help dabbling in it. Getting lost in it. Despite that it defies reality ( Read more... )

Lurking in the deep ( Read more... )

I have of late--but ( Read more... )

Kind of fucking pissed right now.

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The worst part of quitting smoking is the nicotine fit. Especially on a nice night in March at the dawn of springtime.

Hate being sick.

Hate it.

Beneath this dry personality there is a deep, roiling frustration hidden in the depths. One that cannot be quelled by any amount of cigarettes or any kind of relaxant ( Read more... )