People talk to God, that's prayer...God talks back, and it's schizophrenia...

If you had only one last cry to utter, what would it be? "Help!!"?? "Humanity!"?? "Love!"?!
Hell no. "FUCK!!!!!!!!" would be it.

Whoa ok. And if it were one phrase? "So long and thanx for all the fish!"? Lol. Or better still..."Really? Already?!"?
Wrong again. That would have to be "Holy Mother of God!!!!". It describes the way I feel most of the time anyway. And the second wasn't even a phrase.

F%^$ing misanthrope.
You got one right.

Song for this week:
Aankhon ke sagar - Fuzon

No words required for description :) Period.

They all start with "movies, music, books and college" ...
... and end with the Laws of Diminishing Marginal Feelings

Lol....That's what a good friend claims he has learnt from his past relationship... I completely agree with the law of diminishing marginal feelings bit...Doesn't it happen to all of us? :D

What do you do when a blast from the (ancient!!) past comes and smacks you in the face? Other than, of course, smile and say "Hi"?? (which, I must add, is exactly what I did)
Why in the name of the devil can't I just be in love? Why is that a problem, you ask...Ohhh that's probably 'coz you haven't heard the clause it comes with...I want to be in love and not be in a relationship...
Now you understand don't you? But then maybe that was a description of my current state. Just maybe.
There is a colossal no etched (in a rather unflattering shade of royal blue) across my thoughts when the question of being in a relationship involuntarily pops up.
And I try and distract myself from the obvious hopes that are the hand baggage of being (even slightly) in love. I think I did most of it without really realizing the implications entirely. It truly hit me when a friend put it in words, and I quote..."Do you feign indifference in your attitude towards him in an attempt to try and believe in the indifference??"
Hell, maybe I do. Maybe I am making a huge mistake by stifling this. But then maybe I haven't stifled it. Maybe the conversations we have mean something, after all. I have half a mind to call him and ask him what the hell it is that he wants!! Lol...You know, the "did you have any intentions when you mailed me" talk? Why did we meet? Why did it feel so right all over again when we met? Okay, that last one was rhetoric :D

Darn I really do like him :D

And for the record, this entire post means nothing. Zilch. :D

And I still hold your hand in mine when I'm asleep....