Bliss.

Bliss.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

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Sometimes (these days, it almost ALL the time) I want to give up. Why this fight for survival? What kind of life am I leading? What have I achieved? What is the whole point of this kind of existence?

No, I'm not any friend-less dejected soul. I (had) friends. I'd like to think I still have a few left. I'm not upset because of low marks. I'm not upset because somebody dumped me. (LOL. :D That would NEVER happen ;) )

Then why are you cribbing about life, you may ask. And therein lies the catch. It's not something you publicize, is it?

And that's something I've been pondering about. Isn't it better to be open about it, rather than letting people figure it out themselves in an unpleasant manner?