Maybe, I'm pissed. Maybe, I'm frustrated. Maybe, I'm depressed. Let's make a mixture of everything, and call it irrational behavior.

Am I guilty for the way I'm feeling now? It almost feels like, being free - When I blog. As if I lost a reason to make sense, for once. Deadforlife turns Foolforlife.

Okay.

Recently, I got one of my old questions answered. Things had to happen to teach you a lesson. Maybe this lesson wasn't really worth what I went through, But what the hell. You never know what might turn out to be the next most important thing. Coming back. The answer.

Wait.

First, I'd have to mention the question, of course. This happened soon after the recent blog I wrote. I don't really remember who it was, I guess it was Sneha.. but that doesn't really matter now. It was like... "Dude. You have your life back on tracks now.. Everyone's pretty much happy around you, you seem a nice guy.. You seem pretty happy.. Why does your blog have to sound so damn depressing?"

"I want my blog to display both - the good and the bad in me. I want it to tell people that I'm not that of a good guy that they think I'm - And also to tell the rest that I ain't that bad of a guy afterall. When I'm happy, I'd probably go and keep myself happy - why would I write then? When I'm sad, there are just so many things that need an outflow - a pathway to let things through. And so, I write. "

Coming back. Foolforlife.

And it's almost like a disease. Its rising in the back of the head, and slowly swirls around, causing a weird feeling right in the gut of your stomach. You try to breathe. You choke. You breathe. And then, everything becomes all right.

"You think too much, Shwetak. Don't do this to yourself."

I need a fag.

Shwetak farts. Exits.