We love, and argue, and make up, constantly. We wrangle over the stupidest things, and fight to stay together after we fight. We’re petty and foolish and gloriously alive. I’ve come to see that to live with the constant promise of approaching death is to come fully alive. Anyway, that’s my choice. And I chose it.

"We look before and after,
...And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought"
-P.B.Shelley

Must have been some kinda super-glue. That would explain all the blood. And the searing pain.

I spent 12 years in South Point; and only 2 years in BSS. But why is it that I always tear up when I see school pics of BSS and not SPHS? Weird!
Rejection hurts, acceptance heals.

The biggest epiphanies hit you on the toilet seat. If only I could remember all of them later on.

I realised something rather disturbing about myself. I can never have peace. Wherever, whenever, and no matter whomever I am with, it’s always gonna be fucked up. And I’m always gonna be this paranoid, insecure and restless.

Oh, but I have fun, don’t I?

;P

Karma is a real bitch. But then so am I!
;)

I get the most ridiculous insights at the most inappropriate times. Like with that whole autowala incident in Bangalore; there I was, in the middle of nowhere, at the crack of dawn, trying to fight off this brute who was double my weight and triple my size, and the first thought that crosses my mind is “I hope my slippers don’t break again. That would be so inconvenient”

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