WARNING:"If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this is useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all who claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think everything you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told you should want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned"

ps:not ma original but love it.

AGE: i used 2 never understand tis. ppl always told me
2 respect a person's age. i used 2 ask tem wat da fuck for.
why shud a respect a person who has lived for abot 90 yrs
rather survived 4 90 yrs who is dumb as a dodo. i have met
so called elders who make one fucked up decision after da
other, if u sit down speak 2 tem and tell em tat wat tey are
doin is wrong either tey make fun of u or ignore u sayin, "u r
2 young 2 understand". no matter wat u do. u paint a picture
and explain it 2 tem like u will 2 a 2 yr old kid still nothin.
after tey have fucked it up completely tey have tis lame ass
explanation, sayin i understand tat it was a mistake il never
repeat it again. we have 2 learn frm our mistakes. i say tat is
just plain fucked up. if u r gonna learn everythin frm ur own
mistake imagine how many mistakes u have 2 make in ur life
time 2 learn everythin. i say learn frm other ppls mistakes
tats da best way. now comin bac 2 da topic. i understand
now why we shud respect age coz tey have gone so far in
their lives not killin themselves tats a huge achievement. i
donno whether il earn tat respect.......

OVER: gettin over certain ppl is easy, gettin over others is fuckin difficult. especially wen tat person meant a lot 2 u n wen u were completely committed to her. many say "move on dude, it wasn't meant 2 be", others say " dude, i knew it frm da begginin it wasn't gonna work u r frm
2 different worlds",others just say" i never believed it anyways". there u go, these r not da things u wanna hear believe me. first remark is damn simple yet very hard to execute. second one is true but again it kinda pisses me off. the third one well ma friends wat da hell else do u expect frm them. lets come bac to da buisness of movin on. well i no longer watch anythin on
television- no romantic songs, no funny serials(somehow all of em include love and shit), no movies involvin even da slightest bit of the L word. i just stick 2 a lotta cricket (thank heavens its always on), ten a lotta history cahnnel, discovery and nat geo. thanx 2 dis i now know who
ernesto che guevara was. also who fujimoro was and wat he did 2 peru. believe me it makes sense. i still have ma bike tats a big relief. wen all tis shit was happennin i took off frm home. all nighter with ma friends we jus rode till 2 am. well ma friend was ridin. we even got booked by da cops but was worth it. i felt really gud wen ma friend tis totally fucked up individual called varun told me mine was da second best bike he had ridden after a kawasaki ninja. now tats huge. ninja is a 998cc 162 bhp bike. felt good actually great. we also beat a fuckin 180cc avenger guy with ma measly 135cc bike with a pillon on. i feel bad for such guys actually u know wat i thnk tey
deserve it, morons. but everyday can't be like tis coz everythin else reminds me of her tats fucked up really. wenever ma phone rings i wish its her. to sum it up da way i feel is like tis--

Like Suicide
Heard it from another room
Eyes were waking up just to fall asleep
Love's like suicide
Dazed out in a garden bed
With a broken neck lays my broken gift
Just like suicide

And my last ditch
Was my last brick
Lent to finish her
Finish her

Bit down on the bullet now
I had a taste so sour
I had to think of something sweet
Love's like suicide
Safe outside my gilded cage
With an ounce of pain
I wield a ton of rage
Just like suicide

With eyes of blood
And bitter blue
How I feel for you
I feel for you

She lived like a murder
How she'd fly so sweetly
She lived like a murder
But she died
Just like suicide

chris cornell is god helps me through
everythin, be it thru soundgarden or
audioslave. he jus rocks!!!!

THINGS 2 DO: things 2 do wen u pissed or depressed abt somethin but can't do shit abt it

# well tis one is obvious if u can get ur hands on some dope. tats it. smoke it up. a slight word of caution though, there a 2 kinds of people- the ones tat cry after smokin or the ones tat laugh hysterically once u r high. if u r one of those guys who cries, tis is not da proper time

# take a long shower- tis really helps believe me. maybe tats y tey show it all da movies. for me it has 2 be hot shower coz cold ones make me feel more pathetic.

# talk 2 a clown- tis is real fun, i can't call ma friend a clown but harry sure knows how 2 change ma mood. he speaks abt all kinds a crap and i always feel better.

# nirvana- man o man does tis rock or wat. its like wen u r listenin 2 kurt especially unplugged u automatically feels better n ten u always dream of doin wat he did so elegently took flight at his peak wanna do tat shud reach da summit soon. c it feels better already.

# paint- tis is kinda wierd coz u can't draw or paint wen u r depressed but u can sure paint ur room or atleast windows. get some paint especially black n paint it all, trust me it feels better.

# talk 2 varun- tats dempsy GOD 4 all u ppl. he is a crazy guy who always has a practical head on his shoulder. he is smart n wen u talk 2 him u kinda feel tat u r smart 2. he can always fix ur head.

# RIDE (ya baby)- ma favorite. i aien't talkin abt takin a long ride like some morons do, u do tat wen u r really happy n wanna experience da joy of ridin. wat i meant here was, well lemme tell u wat i do. i got a 2 stroke beauty(more like a sexy beast). remove ma regular filter fix da high performance one chose a busy yet neat road. RIP RIP RIP. u shud be hittin least 100 in busy traffic piss off ppl but fly. believe me u won't have a chance 2 thnk of anythin else n wen u stop da bike if ur legs r tremblin tats a good sign. wow love ridin. u won't thnk of anythin else 4 atleast a couple of hours. love ma bike......

REALITY: have u ever met someone so special for whom u r ready 2 redo everythin u did wrong. i have, it feels good 2 find someone who walks into ur life and britens it up wit a smile .it fills ur life wit purpose, a reason 2 live. il tel u wat i did. i met my past again i met da guy who stabbed me into heart frm da back. i didn't kill him, i didn't slap him. i didn't know wat 2 do,
then i thought abt her n my anger melted as if it was insignificant. i went ahead and spoke wit him. he was sweatin, i acted as if nothin happened. it felt wierd, it felt as if i lost somethin every close 2 my heart. did i lose myself in tat moment? i don't know. jus her name was enuf i thought. ma friend was right there wit me, he looked at me as if it was my funeral he didn't expect me 2 do tat. i come home ten tat person who u care 4 more than anythin wants 2 leave u. is tis 4 real? why is tis happenin? there is one thing though wen i go thru shit in ma life lotta good things happen to people around me. its like i attract misery. maybe its a good thing coz these ppl r very close 2 ma heart. tey say tat "its better to love n lose than never to have loved". i don't believe in tis. tis quote is 4 pussys who had no sense of problems in their life 4 someone like me its bullshit. its like if u know there is no light 4 won't crave 4 it but if someone shows u its there jus 2 tease u n take it away it hurts more.i really appreciate one of my friends who doesn't wanna have anythin 2 do wit love he is smart n he is right, if u get someone u love its da greatest thing ever its like heaven but 99% of da times it doesn't work n it hurts like nothin u ever felt in ur life. one thing real is pain n i embrace it.......ma minds sayin "welcome back loner"

NICE GUY: i realized somethin recently. it is da fact tat i am a real nice guy. it sucks bein one coz no matter how hard i try not 2 be its like its hard wired in ma system. da problem wit bein a nice guy is tat u bleed wen people ask u 2 but at da end of da day u got no one at ur side wen u r all bled out. its like a piece of sugarcane. everone wants 2 jus squeeze so fuckin hard tat u start bleedin from ur eyes. tey won't leave an ounce of blood tey want it all but drop the rest 4 da maggets 2 relish on. nobody seems 2 even notice coz tey say its normal. some people jus take it 2 da nxt level. in one way da people who leave u 2 die after u have bled out ur soul r much better than da people who skin u out show u dreams so beautiful u thnk u r in heaven ten out of no where u feel da searin pain in ur back n u see a blade stickin out of ur chest after tat tey wil decapitate u n take ur head as a trophy. after all tis tey say hope i didn't hurt u. wat shud i thnk wit da pea sized brain i got. shud i stop bein a good guy, i can't coz i wanna be true 2 myself. shud i stop meetin new ppl now tats a solution. 2 thnk abt it y do i need new ppl i got enuf ppl around. i got responsibilies hangin over my head like a million razor edged swords. the most important thing is i stopped livin 4 myself a long time ago. y shud i start livin 4 myself now. its not rite. it was like i was born dead. i always wanted 2 die so wen i am dead inside y shud i thnk of livin now? its a bad idea real bad.

TRIPTI: she is tripti 4 some. tj n trips 2 others. 4 me she is simply angel coz tats wat she is an angel. i met her on da 25th dec. 4 all u fools out its christmas. i was depressed more than ever tat day n she came into my life n rescued me. actually she came online. i wish she could c da image i have of her in my mind. she is beautiful. i bet she is beautiful in person 2. she is so kind n sweeeeeeeeeet. she has got an amazin voice but i don't understand y she is so concerned abt speakin 2 much. if she doesn't she is robbin ppl of tat glimpse at heaven tat tey reach wen listenin 2 her voice. i asked her out, now i feel really bad tat i did coz i can never come close 2 her expectations n i know tat there r guys who can give much more than i can ever think of. the only downside is dat she never sleeps. i guess angels don't coz tey have 2 rescue all da bruised souls out there like me. thank u angel. luv u a lot never wanna let go of u.

ps: i can't believe i did it i wrote somethin without a single curse word. angel u sure gimme da strength 2 kick ass. DAMMIT.........

REVENGE: revenge sucks like my grandmas ass but guess wat vengence rocks. i wanna kill 4 ppl as of now. but i don't wanna do it quick. i want them 2 suffer tiil their last breath. i wanna kill teir loved ones first right in front of them. strip them naked fuck em and take a sharp knife n start cuttin. first the tounge n the lips n then make cuts all over their body, scrap the flesh off while doin tis u need to hear the knife scrape the bones n make tat sweet music. the final part has to be the eyes pierce the knife n pop it out n put it in the mouth of the half dead body, make it chew it without the lips it would look great the fluids oozin outta the mouth n between the teeth. wen the person is dead get an axe an tear open the chest cut out the heart cut the head as well n kick it thru the window. head shot(lol). now move on to the person u wanna kill. but here is where it gets wierd don't kill them just break their legs n hands they should suffer 4 ever, keep them on life support if u want don't let them die. i forgot some thin record everythin n if u can effrord it keep them captive n make them look at it 4 the rest of their lives.........

LOVE: fuckin over rated like crazy. she is a damn bitch who bends over for anyone ,anywhere but guys don't fall 4 her. her pussy is like a cheese grater with a suction like a black hole. she will rip ur skin apart from ur dick till ur flesh is naked to the flies who r hoverin over n havin a luxury meal. them she will suck ur blood out like a leech witha yeast infected pussy. but guess wat u r still breathin u can still feel her if u haven't got it yet, u better u ass she is the damn BITCH i warned u abt. love should be banned ppl who practise it killed by feedin them to a pac of rabied dogs with foamy mouths. kids born outta love should be burnt to death n the girls impaled while they r alive. love no one n the world just opens up. u r not bound anymore. u can do everythin immoral. chuck love n move on, if u don't i warn u u'll never know wat happened till u find a damn spear with ur head on it...........BEWARE

killin people: how would u kill people? with ur hands? or with ur mind? i thnk its da mind. plan everythin to the most minute of the details. execute in ur brain. think abt the elemnts involved, wat can go wrong? this is an important steps. if u want it real bad u will thnk ur self every wakin moment coz u want it so bad. u r focussed u cut urself every day just 2 remind u of the pain. pain is life there is nothin like pain. remember wen u were a kid how u loved peelin off the wounds wen they were heelin, the pain was beautiful it reminded u of the accident its the same. self mutilation i get it now..........

ASSHOLES:i love the company that i'm in right now. my friends of the last 3 years. wen i joined engineering i had made up my mind not to have close bonds with anyone. i had suferred from my closest of friends back stabbin me so i was reluctant to make any friends. i also knew that it was hard to find anyone of my frequency or who os as miserable as me. but i was totally wrong. i met a group a bunch of guys who were absolutely unique n crazy. guess what they became my friends.this group is so special that it feels more like we are comrades in a battle or somethin, that is the kind of bond we have. everyone in the group has one talent or the other. out of the six, three of us are artists, two are musicians . two of us can write articles, three of us can write songs and 5 us can play very good football. some pocess more than one talent. this is unbelivable by any standards. everyone of us has real problems or have faced real problems in our lives. everone of us is hurt or has a wound which they are tryin to conceal but failin miserably. if we have a problem with any other member of the group we say that to their face until they accept that they have a problem yet we are together. we all have a bad habit of smokin maybe thats because nobody in the group is keen on livin. every time some one we know is killed in an accident we look up and curse "stop foolin around you could have taken me instead". i know this is not gonna last for ever i can see it crackin up little by little. crank says he is gonna quit engineerin. he is one guy who understands everythin including my jokes. i know this is the beginning of the end. good things come in small doses and misery loves company.........

inspired by kurt and alotta booze:
it was a forzen morning of shattered dreams.
weird thoughts crept into my unsuspected brain.
but lay beside me is the most beautiful thing on god's forsaken green she has a body of a siren, slender and thin.
i hold her in my hand and think is it a sin.
it was too good to be true,such a shalow thing could gratify you.
then i said to her i lost everthing i loved would i lose you too.
she said kiss me once and you'll know.
her lips are a death trap but i didn't have any choice,coz her poise had me on my knees begging for that one last kiss i pressed my lips to hers, expecting heaven on earth.
before i knew i was a believer.
but like every other bitch she turned out to be a cheater.
i thought finally i'll be happy.
but she started to squeeze my life outta my body.
that's when i realized.
nicotine for breakfast lunch and dinner is the life of a sinner. i'm condemmed as her slave but she'll help me to my grave.

Birthdays: I love my birthday coz I’m one step closer to my final destination. It marks the end of one agonizing year on this damn planet. But I don’t understand why chirpy people who listen to backstreet boys celebrate birthdays. This actually shows their degree of patheticness [crappy grammar I admit]. Right now I’m at a point where I despise happy people or maybe I’m just jealous.
Birthdays are one thing but searching for a birthday gift is an entirely different and when it involves someone that you care for it gets on your nerves a little bit.
It was my friend’s birthday a couple of months ago. First let me tell you what he is like. He is an extremely nice guy, little arrogant, well built and thinks he is the long lost brother of superman and he is very creative and gifted. This is a hard combo. So searching for a gift to give him is like searching for Jesus in hell. Even though you find him the search will be tiring. So I went out searching for a gift. I had my searching lights on and I searched every gift shop but nothing. He is a perfectionist so its that hard to give him a gift.
Then while walking around I saw a chemists store thought I’ll give him a pack of condoms but he doesn’t have a girl friend, so that idea was screwed. Then I saw this awesome lingerie store [no neither of us are gay]. I thought I’ll give him a bra and give him a note saying “fill it up with a women that is my gift to you”, but no I don’t have the balls to do it. Even if I did and if his mother found out about this she would crush them.
Then at last I found this marijuana smoking hippy skeleton with reggae colored Mohican. I fell in love with that little guy and that’s what I gave him. Probably he’ll be cursing me every time he looks at it. But he had a smile on his face when he opened that box and all those curses are worth it.
The very recent birthday that I attended was of one of my friends. Now it’s a female. I know its pretty odd for me to have a female friend but I consider her to be one of my dearest friends even if she doesn’t do the same.
Shopping for a gal is an entirely different story. I learnt that given a gal a gift isn’t the easiest thing in the world. I thought for months about the perfect gift to give her. But the only thing that was in my favor was that she is a female version of me in every way possible we both think so much alike that it freaks me out a little bit. So I know that whatever I like she would like too. Some times I think if everything was so easy. Well at last I gave her a tacky watch. I think its time for me to go.

exams: tat word is creepy isn't it? i wrote my exams in da last 2 weeks and totally fucked it up. i'll be happy if i get 60% marks. anyways when tis aweful experience was goin on. i had wierd thoughts goin on in my head as usual. i was havin trouble regurgitatin wat i read. so i was just lookin around and i saw this electric socket i front of me . i truly wanted to stick my pen in it and turn on the switch, but i didn't have da balls to do it. then i thought maybe i should take my answer sheet and run outta da room, but i just read in da admission ticket tat doin so would be cosidered an offence and i'll be debarred for 3 years and even jailed. i do not wanna go to jail and lose my virginity to a guy named gabbar singh. by this time a squad just entered, he just went for da good lookin guy in da class and started friskin him. from da glee in his eyes i knew tat bastard was gay. fuck those fag bastards.
after da exam i didn't know whether i had written da right answer for a particular question, so i went to these bookworms. i don't call these guys nerds coz they r worse than nerds. nerds atleast have fun in their own wierd way. but they do have fun. i consider myself half nerd. i enjoy science shows and collect stuff like soap boxes. i think book worms are da worst creatures on planet earth even worse than maggets.
so i went to them and after asked them if they knew the answer. i was honestly scared they had glowing eyes and horns growin as i spoke 2 them. they looked like a cartoon version of the satan himself. they started grabbin at the question paper as if they were anjelina jolie's boobs. i felt like i was surrounded by blood thirsty mutated sharks. i've never seen them so energetic and pumped. if only these guys could use this energy on da field i would have some good players for my football team. they were so pumped tat it looked like they swallowed da whole case of viagra for breakfast includin da box it comes in.i was so afraid tat i just ran home from there. i just can't get them outta my head. i can't sleep. somebody help! HELP!!! i need an exorcist, book worms r eatin my brains off

WHAT:
i have always spoken abt things tat u need want and covet in life. bottom line is tat i speak abt greed. now let me reflect the other side of it. what will happen if u get everything u ever wanted, money main priority ofcourse. power infinite amount of it. women da hottest kind u will ever find who will do anything u ask them to, i mean anything. what next? what will u do next? i have absolutely no clue. i guess life will become kinda boring. tats why i think if i get everything i ever wanted (hypothetically, i know it aien't gonna happen) i'll kill myself. coz as they say the only place u can go frm da top of da hill is to the bottom. so i think its a good idea to kill ur self when ur at the top. now tat i think abt it, i think tats wat kurt kobain did. if u don't know who kurt kobain is, i'll tell u who he is. kurt kobain wwas the lead singer of the famous band NIRVANA. one day they found his body in a hotel room with a bullet in his head. they found his corpse after 3 days. he also left behind a suicide note tat was 3 pages long. the last line of which read-"its better to burn out than fade out". i think its cool. how abt u?
i think it becomes kinda monotonous when everything is just right. everyone knows the next move ur gonna do next. everything is mapped out from our birth to death. its do fuckin sick. this i realised long time ago and totally freaked out. some people call it midlife crisis. it hits people around da age of 45. tats when they start cheatin on their wives with other women. i had this fuckin midlife crisis when i was 17 does this mean i'll die when i'm 34. tats an aweful lot of time to wait. i wanna die when i'm around 24 tat'll be coooooool.....

boobs:my friend visited me a couple of days ago & as u all know all guys r techno savy, we like 2 play with our expensive toys & know it inside out.[u fuckin perverts i'm not talkin about dicks].well wat i'm talkin about is i got a comp recently & he had some interestin stuff in his floppy. he told me tat i was gonna like it. but i was not sure. but boy did i like wat he had. he had pictures of real gals frm his hostel posing naked. i mean it was so cool. i couldn't belive it but it was true. i loved it. but i started thinkin why would gals do somethin like tis. my friend said they would have been drunk. but wat da fuck. if guys r drunk we don't take off ourclothes n pose naked. well if we were really drunk, we try 2 test our strength and try 2 stop a speedin train. but we would never pose naked. tats why i thk gals r damn wierd. they would pose naked but they will not allow guys to touch their boobs. but guys have no problem in lettin gals touch us anywhere they wanna. if gals wanna touch my dick. i would stand somewhere like jesus chirst & let all the gals have a go at it. hey i just had a brain storm & know how all the sports started.
i thk it happened somethin like tis. ok. guys got married thought they could touch their wives boobs whenever they wanted. but u know gals they would lie naked but wouldn't allow guys to touch their boobs. so guys got furious they thought if we couldn't touch ur boobs then we will touch somethin tat feels like ur boobs. so they started out with pigs bladders filled it with air & started touchin it. now they had a problem every guy in the damn town wanted 2 touch it. so they invented some rules, & belive it or not it worked. tis is how rugby started.
but now guys wanted 2 take it 2 the next level. they wanted 2 touch it with their feet. but agin gals wouldn't allow it. so guys got a ball[a big one coz some guys like big ones] and started kickin it around. but there was always tis one guy who liked 2 respect his women, he just wanted 2 touch it with his hands. so they made him the goalkey and football was invented.
but there wre still a group of guys, who weren't satisfied. they didn't like big boobs[guys like me i guess]. they wanted boobs which were firm & of appropriate size. so they married beautiful women with firm boobs. but again the gals wouldn't allow the guys 2 touch em. guys got furious. they got so furious tat they wanted 2 touch em with their dicks. so they got a firm ball and started hittin it with their dicks. guess wat happened? couple of them died. some of them even became impotent[which is worse than death]. so men being intelligent got an idea. they got substitute dicks, i mean sticks. see how they rhyme & started beatin the shit outta the ball. this is how cricket originated.
if u wanna know how some of the other sports originated u can contact me at st_agnostic@sify.com

CRAPPY NEWYEAR: newyears why da fuck do people celebrate it. i don't understand. its just another day. its not like da next day everthn is gonna change, as a matter of fact it might just get worse. life will remain pathetic. da funny part is tat- people drink, fuck, shag, dope on newyears eve. they don't actually realise tat by doin tis they r actually spoilin everythin. on newyears people greet each other by sayin, "happy new year". i say if u r so concerned about me bein happy just throw me some of ur money or just kill ur self buddy i'll be happy. the other thing i hate about newyears is da motherfuckin resolutions. till date i haven't met a single son of a bitch who has kept his resolutions. we don't even have da decisive power to decide da clothes tat we r gonna wear everyday n these fuckin guys r talkin about controllin their shitty desire 4 a whole year. u gotta be kiddin me.
by this time u would have guessed tat i hate newyears. well i really do. somethin bad always happens on newyears. one of da reasons i cannot celebrate newyears is i'm broke all da time & da price of everthin is high on newyears. tis year i had my fuckin internals & i'm not well[well i'm a life long patient]. every year i mean everyyear somethin happens. when i was a kid my parents used 2 probably fight on newyears or i would be sick as usual or somethin else happens. one more thing i don't like r parties, to be honest i don't like people so parties r way off. i like being alone. like now. anyways,"have a fuckin newyear".

size does it matter?- i'm 5"7 n i used 2 think i'm really short. i used 2 envy those fuckin tall mutant freaks. but now i'm over it i'll tell u guys why. i thk they have their own unique problems. i say this coz couple of days ago i saw this tall dude in da bus n he couldn't stand erect in da bus. i felt his pain when i travelled in a van the othr day and had 2 stand 4 some time in tat confined space. "girls" tats another problem tat those guys have coz 4 a really tall dude there r only a couple of hot tall tumblers, i'm sure he wouldn't get satisfaction fuckin a girl who bearly reaches his chest. i'm sure he would prefer wackin off himself thinkin of a tall gal. i saw this porn a couple of days ago where a big black guy was doin tis hot white bombshell. poor guy couldn't even get half of his dick inside her cunt. now tat totally blows and the gal was so god damn hot. the other problem with tall guys is tat to look good they have 2 put on substantial amount of weight other wise they could easily be recruited in da next speilberg alien movie in da title role.tats all i have in my brain right now, i'ma just fill tis blog with some letters gyg hefggg gfygyg grgyg byi uiryuvhubuhks uyivnwtyiutn yiitcvinutyi iuuyttvyituvy yiy yini u iyyv iuitiutyi iuy uyui i yrieoyih iuytnibtiveyii yyiu i yytir hiutnicn tnvnywoi yy iitt ti

I DON'T KNOW: sometimes when i hear people talkin abt love i feel like puckin. i don't know why? 4 instance my friend was speakin abt a couple who loved 4 8 yrs & got married. i don't thnk its even possible 2 love someone 4 8 yrs. 4 someone like me its like a miracle. i've never been loved in my life. i don't know wat it feels like 2 be important or be loved. maybe tats why i hate tat word so much & belive tat it doesn't exist. it gives me peace of mind. i can at night{well actually i sleep when da sun is up}.
i haerd of tis guy who died in my college while on a trip & da funny part { i know 2 see someone's death as fun i must be really sick. weii i am} was tat no one realised tat he was dead or missing 4 a couple of hrs. well tis could easily happen 2 me. if i'm gone no one will realise it 4 atleast a couple of days. then someguy would say,"where is da freak who used 2 act like a smart guy?". probably by then they would have forgotten my name. some say everybody's life has a purpose, well i've never found out mine. if u don't have a purpose should u be alive. wat da hell am i doin here? this fuckin question has been killin me all my life. if u have an answer 2 tis i would love 2 know it.
one more thing if there is someone out there can teach me wat da hell love is all abt. i'd become their slave. tats a promise people.
nowadays i've become more friendly & tis is scarin me . i'm very afraid. i don't wanna get addicted 2 people. wen i'm alone there is tis peace tats soothin. i don't feel any pain. and when i do there is no one 2 judge me 4 havin tears in my eyes. i like loneliness. i can be me only with a couple of people, one of thm is always late & da other i don't know whether i should trust. but apart frm tat its just me. the shell is more beautiful than da outside world i should stay in it.......

THOUGHT:
thought-n; idea, opinion, intention, formed by thinkin. well i got none but i can't disappoint u guys. we humans beings use less than 5% of our brain cells, i know that is pathetic. imagine the consequences if we use all our brain cells, would we be happy then, would we put an end 2 all da wars or would we be more pathetic than ever. i'm sayin tis coz i thk people who are less intelligent r more happy. i've seen tat intelligence is inversely proportional 2 happiness. dumb people even mentally ill peoploe r more content but intelligent guys wanna justify everythin. so is intelligence a boon or a curse? one thing i forgot 2 tell u guys is wat intelligent means 4 me. i thk intelligence is da capacity 2 understand ones own thoughts. do we really understand thm. some say that theres life on other planet, some say there is god. well how da fuck do they manage 2 thk of all this shit, i don't understand. i'm skeptic i don't believe in all the crap i can't see, touch, taste, smell or hear. i've always been a skeptic. i always argue with my friends abt SETI & othr shit like tat. does tis mean i'm dumb? does tis mean i have no intelligence? if tis is true & i'm dumb then i should be really happy. right? but i'm not.....