I want to pick up a pen and paper, no not pen; a pencil. So, I want to pick up a pencil and write what I want my life to be some years hence, and achieve it by hook or crook.
And I want to pick up an eraser and erase every moment I shared with people who left with unsaid words. They never deserved so much of me. I am angry and extremely extremely ... void.
Human beings just use each other.
Emotionally. Physically. And when their work is done, they move ahead.
And I forgive them. Because I call them victims of circumstances; But my forgiveness ain't gonna be so easy now on.
Yes, you said it right my dear prospective Chief Minister , " People who have ambitions do not get effected by emotions"
No, I will not give up on compassion. No, I am not begging for stability in life.
I'm very very angry with myself and them.
I'm scared. Of life. Of people.
I'm a hopeless dreamer.
I'm not feeling right.
I'm just a little ashamed to be all of this. This is not what I want to feel.
I'm miss you Shivani. Badly. Please come back wherever you are. Please.
Too much usage of 'I' because its MY life. And I am the most important person in my life.