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So, I was talking to a friend the other day, about how I don't write on my blog anymore.
I told her, I'm okay with my life, I don't have anything to say anymore. And it doesn't make sense to talk when you don't have anything to say.

Well, I guess, I'm breaking my rule, cuz I don't have anything  to say, and yet I am.
I'm in my hostel room right now, in college.

My mind and body feel a little worn out. Over what, I'm not sure. At some point, maybe I don't even care, what I do want is to just get away from the wear and tear and get my energy back.

I am very fond of this one person, and I guess, we had a bit of a fight, so that could be why.
It's probably cuz I'm a lil hyper and screwed up from Kota.
Anyhow, I realise that's pointless to fight about.

Everyone goes down once in a while I know, but I need to pick myself up and dust off.
anyway, talk about different stuff.

So yea, I was watching the rap battles from Eminem yesterday, in his movie, 8 mile. It's really cool.
He's a lyrical genius. I believe greater than any poets before.

Also, Samuel Taylor Coleridge wrote a poem called Christabel, which is totally about lesbianism.
I was reading this book called Black Swan by Nassir Taleb.
Really cool stuff.

Last time I went home, I found all these essays I'd written when I was in Kota - in that one year. Some of them were pretty interesting. Maybe I'll post it here sometime.

And I know all the answers, like how you have to just brace up and pull yourself up, and other shit like that about dealing with down and trodden, but execution is just so impossible right now.

Oooh, and I don't want any of you who know me to know this. So please, be a chum, and don't talk about this with me. It's my own shit, and I'll deal with it. That's how its done.

see you all.

Comments

fivefeetsmall said…
Why didn't you use a picture?
Maybe http://is.gd/prbAOp
:-P
Sam said…
^

Much appreciated. :P
Red Handed said…
Well we all have some things we hav to deal with, some not at all pretty to share. I understand :)

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