Emotional Disaster.
This was my Emo-days. I was able to retrieve this from my old files. I can't believe that I said too much! And I am a weapon of massive consumption and its not my fault its how I’m program to function I am staring at a blank page, hoping that words might somehow visit me. It’s like a decade since the last time that I write something like this. Why is this happening? I can’t create something worth blogging for. There’s something wrong here… or should I say there is something wrong with me. I keep chasing pavements. Thinking of the career I chose makes me look like a shrink while others are savoring their time on the path that I should have taken also. I’m not the person like before where words are just toys that I can play. Now, it’s hard for me to decipher things. So I was thinking, maybe I’m really not born for this. Maybe I am entitled to do something more than this. I want it to be more… more… more than this. I don’t want something less ‘coz it’s for losers. And I’m not o...