Was going through the birthday photographs. However pissed I may be, I just have to feel good after remembering good old times. Ah! It was a beautiful time when she was here. You know we had lots of fun. Like loads.

I refuse to do anything out of sheer obligation. I will do it only out of love. There are days when I am unusually angry. I don't like those days because they hurt. Mentally and physically.

When I make promises to myself, I don't break them for anybody. They are important to my existence. I wish people would let me live like that. I am not asking for acceptance. I just wish to be myself.

Strangely, I am happy in my misery. I am comfortable in my pain. If my being comfortable give others sadness, then should I behave differently?

I don't have the capacity to hate or love somebody. Because sadly I gave that all to myself. Everything.

Sometimes I wonder how I would die? I refuse to die a natural death. If somebody has to kill me, then it should be the one who has given me life or who I have dedicated my life to. As for the last option, I am comfortable in killing myself. Very comfortable.