i use to write.

If you knew how hard it was, and how long it took, to rebuild my little universe of peace and happiness then you would understand why I’m so picky about who I allow in my life.

If at all i have to explain myself or walk off believe me you, i will walk off without even flinching an eye.

Your honour, there is nothing further that I should add, since the truth has already been set on the Earth in stone.

‘You’re going to be happy’ said life ‘but first I’ll make you strong.’

Let them call me whatever they want. I’ll still sleep better knowing i survived everything they never could.

They said I was too much. Now I am.

I don’t know your name, but I know your soul.

"i can't stand you" but they know exactly how the other takes their coffee….

The hypocrisy of being human. The constant tug of war between solitude and social company, the desire to love so deeply and simultaneously be detached from it all, of wanting everything and wanting nothing at all.