wondering why i am writing today or rather now.... well again same reason tooo much to hold no one to tell. it all began the day i went to chandini chowk to aid a friend in her search for some one we met the some one. didnt have too much hassles. but on the way back someone picked my sweater pocket and stole my one and only motoroker E6 cell. i was again abt to write i lost it but im tryin to not put the whole blame on me. this is a loss i will never be able to fulfill. it had become a part of my soul, a part of me i never had experienced earlier. it let me be what i always wanted to be, spontaneous, creative, FREE. it became my soul, my life and i lost it actually it seems like along with it went the desire to live. the fear of death, the feeling of happiness, since then i hav become droopy, tears flowin down my cheek for no reason, not enjoyin, not talkin, wantin to jst curl up and not feel not live................. this is not good but i dont know how to get out..... im not writin much today because i literally forced myself to write this entry.... i dont feel like.............LIVING, BREATHING, ENJOYING,
I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!
I CANT GIVE UP EITHER!!!!!!!
what do i do????????????? what do i????????????
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