they will see us waving from suchgreatheights

i feel really drained for some reason. i guess early mornings are never a good time for me. cos some strange emotion seems to catch hold of me, and my breath. and at times, it gets too hard to breathe.

im tired of your shouting, your disapproving looks. it's just so tiring inside dad and mom, it really is. i am so tired. will you please stop?

the person i want doesnt want me back.

god, help me. as i sink further and further into this hole i seem to have dug for myself.

i am typing in spurts because my thoughts are incoherent. and i seem to have lost all will to piece them back together. i blow past them like they dont exist, i bury them under everything else that i do everyday and as i keep snowballing, it gets... bigger and bigger, heavier and heavier with each passing day.

i thought i was over this.

but you made me sad again.

and alot of things, else and otherwise.

i will stop now, for fear of being judged by people who dont know me and will probably never know me. in the way im supposed to be known. just me.