I would be rambling here bout my life and its none of your business until you are really close friend of me (in that case too, it won’t matter to you that what I am going through).
*I know people don’t like reading long paragraphs, that’s why I am ranting in a long paragraph cause I don’t want anyone to read the thing that’s coming up next.
I want to have beer now and they are ruining my plans by making me stay at this fucking place with nothing to do around bloody hate my life. this isn’t working dude can’t survive here. do something. But how is someone supposed to do something bout my life when I can’t do a shit good bout it.Well,this all started when I started dreaming bout this thing called as Independence and soon I was one like Naxalites or the rebellions. Actually rebellions that are making life of other people a total disaster by doing nothing good. Don’t know what I am rebelling bout. what do I want (I know what I want but the boyfriend is not agreeing to it), why am I doing all the crazy stuff, why am I being insane?
fucK.this post is nothing more than a ranting or say grumbling of the words that are jumbled in the long lost dark dungeon called as brain. Hate my brain when it thinks a lot.i also hate my heart when it feels a lot. today it rained and I was so happy (clouds make me happy)and I took loads of pics by hanging on the door of car while dad of driving it (the car) an I was sure all those pics in the blog and post a happy post bout it but then eventually the things fucked up around and now i am listening to Arch Enemy
hey me dere na
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