There are these days when all day I plan to air my grievances here, I write down these posts in my head and re-write them. I wanted to write about how I feel restless and feel how I am swimming in murky waters, for the most part of the day. Then, for some weird reason, I decide not to..it feels unfair to pollute this space. This place is my bunker, where I can be myself without worrying about identities and slots where I have been put into. I cherish this part of me where I can disconnect when I feel particularly miserable and come back and always find the skies clear or rainy like I want, where I can hum whatever song I want and dance whichever way I want. This is me..a happy me. I am sure there are going to be times when I want to choke the living daylights out of someone and I would want to confess my anger here..but somehow today is not the day. I just want to mull over things, make peace with everything and everyone and leave people to their own joys and sorrows.. I will live with myself for just today.
March 24, 2011
Not what I wanted to write.