Fuck quitting, im too emotionally attached to this black background and grey text.
(Sorry for the fleeting goodbye, and the melodramatic departure.)
I feel about half a foot higher than my body, watching my life from a comfortable plush red velvet seat while some idiot makes rash decisions and isolates all who mean the world to her, and who once were all that mattered. Translucent stars half-shine upon the bittersweet smiles and hidden agendas, its so difficult to figure out what people really mean anymore. You reach a point in which you almost plead for an honest answer, but then treat it with disdain when its acutely accurate and uncomfortably insightful. Truth is often discarded for a well crafted disguise that suits the external environment that one converses in, insulating you from heat and all that might hurt, prick or seek to decieve. Songs play on repeat, evidence that change doesn’t have to exist in every aspect of life. Sometimes, its easier to stay in a rut, at least its familiar, awkwardly comfortable, and comprehensible. Evolution is fine with fossils and apes, but what happens when you
sprint through a million years of self development to land at an unfamiliar dusty deserted place in your mind?
What if you woke up one morning and realized that you hated that person you have become?
What if you can clearly pinpoint what’s wrong with you but are clueless as to how to go about fixing any of it?
23 comments:
the car!! someone wanted to drive the car! NO!
i'm moving the lahore just to stop that
the parents got lots of DVD's. they're watching them right now. its very sweet
oops
wrong blog
haha
sorry
please delete that!
lol
i know what's wrong with me, i'm just to lazy to fix it. or maybe i'm just too scared of change, which eventually happens. whether i like it or not. change is constant, and it's a pain. musibat :S
you said you were applying to colleges in the ny and boston area. kya bana unka? take care :)
:)
I'd like to believe i had something to do with this unceremonious return :)
Either way welcome back.
hug?
I couldnt agree with your emotions any more.
Change is difficult, the unknown corners us with fear. Change requires work at times, which is a bitch.
The minute you REALISE you've become what you never imagined or wanted. CHANGE. Cause all we have is ourselves, all we can change is ourselves.
Cease the power within.
Sonia
Its hard to quit blogging aint it..... believe i tried it once and am back again... so welcome back and keep on ranting :)
ur back =)
you know what i have noticed? that my issues (give or take a little lag) are quite similar to yours. i find this highly disturbing, since this would probably mean that I am undergoing some bizarre form of delayed post-pubescant stress syndrome. i don't like having issues that should have been dealt with when i was 17 :( oh well. good luck on your SAT's. I'm sure you'll do gr8 inshallah.
and in response to your scrap, you know how we do ;)
~G with his G
sadaf- uh. erm. ok.
natasha- yes yes im in the process of applying.. giving the Sat on saturday (aaaaaaaaaaaaa) and then ACCORDINGLY ill decide where the hell to go.. really really really want to go to boston though.
sajjad- yes yes hug :p and yes to other assumption in your comment as well.
sonia- your right, as always. (sings na re na in her completely horrible voice for your listening pleasure.)
zag- hahaha it is harder. Allof a sudden, you think of 24986294 million things you could have written about. Inspiration knocks you over when you least expect it. And dont worry, illkeep on ranting till i go blue in the face :p
shaima- *blushes* i wasnt gone for very long :p
ok now mr g with his g- WHO ARE YOU? i suspect, your the goldfish, but why the secrecy? anyway irrespective, dont worry if i say what u think sometimes.. im 17 going on 54 anyway. most normal teenagers dont get so melodramatic/insane.
not that your insane
or melodramatic
o whatever :P
papitaaaaaaaaaa! :D
hahaha i'm still laughing at the first two comments
i've forgotten what i wanted to write...
woman i'm shocked. I'M mr. g with his very big g. and i wasn't being mysterious. i just didnt want to have to type in my name and password whenever i left a comment :P anyway, ciao.
or see yourself heading down to a disterous end and can do nothing but wait? .... urghh ... everyone's in a hole ...
good to see you back :))
its not that bad.:P
btw, who exactly are you
your blog title..it reminds me of a song by meatloaf.
the the cow-- greetings beautiful :D
naked feet-- i was quite amused too.. how does one manage to get to the wrong blog and not notice?
gauher-- and life makes sense once again.. U COULD HAVE TOLD ME U KNOW heh.. but no no now you can continue commenting as the G with the big G or whatever u choose...
just muttering- took the words right out of my mouth. u reach a point where u cant do anything. so u just sit back and watch yourself fuck up.
wild1- its a meatloaf song? really? i didnt know... oh well.. thanks for the info heh
haha, okay...i think ill get along with you then. :)
I'd stay you're a step further than I am :P Atleast you have a direction. I know I hate my life right now and I have no clue about what the hell is wrong!
Ps: This isnt a `who can whine more contest`. Or maybe it is. Point is - it could be worse! :P You could be me right now. Be grateful. Or not.
Pps: I'm rambling. I'm just gonna go now.
Ppps: just blog-hopping :P
"What if you woke up one morning and realized that you hated that person you have become?
What if you can clearly pinpoint what’s wrong with you but are clueless as to how to go about fixing any of it?"
You took the words right out of my mouth. Let me know if anyone can figure out an answer for that. It's been a year and I sure as hell haven't come up with something yet! Nice space you have here.
Cmon papita, its a brand new post time :P
DP: Hood luck hun! Knock em satters dead.
Saphiya: Self respect is the answer.
hood luck? these damn typos are getting irritating. GOOD luck.
First time here. And I like it. :)
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