i cant remember the last time i felt about something deeply, deep enough to affect me, deep enough to write. somehow i think i have lost the extremities of my emotions. or, now perhaps my confidants are different. it is indeed ironical that most recently i have seen, felt more than i ever have. i have lived someone else's life. this someone is a stranger, relative to me.

the greatest battles fought were the one's in my own mind. the external fctors...i've realised..have been rather trivial. but the feeling of helplessness there cannot be underrated... but the very fact that i have not written shows that i was happy..content. cause i have got everything i wanted in the last few months. and im waiting for some change to take over. maybe...just maybe....