who am I?

We all labour against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases.

Everyone wants to watch things through the rose coloured glass (la vie en rose). I was no exception or atleast I thought so,but I don’t or I can’t see things all rosey and shimmering. Observing life as it goes by, playing the part that you were put in charge of ,felt all numb and most importantly the glitters never made any sense.Believing in eternal happiness is it self a constant process of dilemma. Now many can argue about ‘HOPE’. Typically with phrases like ‘ humans exist because of Hope’ well I still can’t deny on that fact because I’m even writing this blog with some hope that perhaps someone will read it and will criticize  my Grammar or the lack of poetic phrases in it. I stopped caring about it though,but I am certain some existing creature  surely feels the same. This writing is for them.

Blogging with thoughts only. I love orgasmic highs.