I hope she had poked me in the heart and killed me -_-
Why do those lousy guys look at me on the street as if I’m a roasted piece of meat?
I wish they were cows, so I could make beef steaks out of them and relish those cruelly!! <_<
Life’s sometimes melodramatic, sometimes too dull and sometimes just Nothing.
I never wanted to “NEED a fag and not be able to find one bloody
But it happened. And I don’t wanna stop it. Can’t fagging kill faster? Plz plz?
I love that paanipuri-wala bihari uncle outside of my college gate. He gives me a free paanipuri every time I ask for while passing by.
Would he be sad if I die? Who knows who knows??!! =/
I wish my
Two of my closest buddies have fallen in love with me! Arrgh…why?
I hate it when they loose control over themselves and tell me how they love me. Please don’t love me. No no…not you.
Because the ONE I love doesn’t love me.
And I hate when I can't love them back.
... Where is he now?
HE came; he made me feel that I didn’t love my boyfriend [Yes, I didn’t, that way; now he is Ex-bf]; He made me fall for HIM, told me he loves me; and now I can’t do without HIM; I love HIM without a reason, I do; but guess what? HE doesn’t, may be. HE isn’t taking my calls, and I don’t know why!
Why do they always come to kill me more inside? Am I that bad?
I know you would say NO, but still….does it really make a difference?
'Cause at the end of the day, I don’t have what I want.
Every time I click my camera, every time I put the hot noodles in my mouth sitting with friends in canteen, every time I drench in the rain, every time I walk bare foot on the wet grass in college ground, every time I log into facebook, I think of HIM, I miss HIM.
“I live my life in misery,
I’d sacrifice this world to hold you…”
I liked the beer I had yesterday. I fell in love with the empty green bottle of beer; wanted to bring it with me. But I didn’t, because I should not.
Then why can’t I leave you behind in a moment like that beer bottle when I shouldn’t love you?
P.s.- Pratik got an awesome “Alice in Chains” poster with his latest copy of RSJ [Rock Street Journal] mag. He gave it to me in the pub in cost of me not wanting share of his beef steak. It’s looking nice on my cello-tape stained wall… But why can’t I still smile?
7 Blabber(s):
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I am not the right person to comment on matters like love but I can tell you one thing, no one is worth dying for. Move on, seriously yaar!
I must say a very precious piece of writing.Excellent.
Love is not selfish, you know how it feels not be loved by the person whom you love.
Just want to say one thing, if you know the pain so well then why let other go through the same thing.YOu have the power to save them and it's very true that they can keep you quite happy then you can ever imagine.It's True.
I am not saying anything,i am jst saying what i believe in.
Apart from it i really loved the way you wrote it :)
I thought girls are not that smart, may be you are not smart too, but I think you think too much, try to think not that much girlish. Again lot of water. God bless you!
i feel 18 again. with the whole oh-god-why-won't-she-ever-love-me-back bit and all....
i'm hardly an authority in matters of the heart, but time makes everything ok... hope things work out for you.
Suffering is so over-rated :)
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