Everyone has a past. At least this one thing which can never be kept secret, what the past exactly was..now this where your guess is as good as mine. But the truth remains, everyone has a past, some are lucky to have it as their present, others are even luckier not to have it as the present. I am the second half of lucky people.
I am strong believer of the glass half full strategy. That is why no matter what happens i continue to always continue to be hopeful of the invisible forces putting it all in place in the puzzle called life. In this case the puzzle's called "My Life".
I'm sure you've come to realize I have this random habit of rambling nonsense, and its a seamless talent i can do this both in written and spoken English :). I used to keep a diary, but that was all over the place. This seems to be a better way of censoring myself, at least that is what was the initial idea. I don't think it would be long before I forget that this is not only visible to me but the whole world. But on second thoughts i'm pretty sure no one has that much time neither would anyone be putting in that much effort to spend time reading a confused woman's bout of endless chatter. I somehow always found writing (albeit nonsense) a stress release. Its better than drinking or smoking... because here I can look back and gauge my state of mind any time by just reading through the words I wrote.
I am strong believer of the glass half full strategy. That is why no matter what happens i continue to always continue to be hopeful of the invisible forces putting it all in place in the puzzle called life. In this case the puzzle's called "My Life".
I'm sure you've come to realize I have this random habit of rambling nonsense, and its a seamless talent i can do this both in written and spoken English :). I used to keep a diary, but that was all over the place. This seems to be a better way of censoring myself, at least that is what was the initial idea. I don't think it would be long before I forget that this is not only visible to me but the whole world. But on second thoughts i'm pretty sure no one has that much time neither would anyone be putting in that much effort to spend time reading a confused woman's bout of endless chatter. I somehow always found writing (albeit nonsense) a stress release. Its better than drinking or smoking... because here I can look back and gauge my state of mind any time by just reading through the words I wrote.
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