Men don’t cry.

Bloody Hell! They certainly do. They feel the same pain, they love as much as anyone else can, and, unlike a senseless machine they do have emotions. I do; and I cried – two days ago. Reasons are bit too personal and I don’t want to share. But, what I do want to share is a different feeling, a different thought. There are times in life when you badly wish for something; you promise yourself that when you can – you will. And when you have, what once you wished, the reasons are gone. I have it now, but my reason is no more.

Bed time lines.

It is ridiculously funny how sometimes little things can boost your confidence, moral and positive thinking and vice versa when even minor thing can make your day ruin. Even funnier is, you know exactly what’s happening and still unable to truly control your inner self. Its time I should see if few hour sleep works as a motivator; which I doubt will do.

Judge me

They say, judge me not, by my mere blog entries. I say, judge me, by my each and single entry. They say, those were the bad times I had and shared, I am not what I must have looked like. I say, yes! Those were the bad times I had and shared, so judge me, by how I act when I am dispersed. They say, oh that’s not real me, you know, I was just trying to impress a beautiful girl who happen to read my blog by being sensitive. I say, yes! I was trying to impress a beautiful girl who happens to read my blog by being sensitive, so judge me, because that too, is what I am, and what I can do. They say, how can you judge me by my mere lines, my distressed words and thoughts? I say, judge me, because you will anyway.