And I was just hoping that the question never … never ever … never ever ever pops up, but then it does.

“If you were given a chance to start all over again… Would you?”

In other words,

“How badly fucked up are you?”

I said I dunno. Maybe. Coz there are so many mistakes I wish I never made. And there’s an equal no. of mistakes I wish I could do them all over again. There are so many things I wish I never said. And there are so many things I wish I did. And the things I wish I could.

How lonely could one possibly be? I mean, everyone has those phases where they’d want someone just to hear them out, but no one’s there around for you… And suddenly you have this feeling that the world… sucks. Filled with crazy son-of-a-bitches who want you to keep listening to what they want to tell you, but never the opposite.

And then there’s the exact opposite. When you’re surrounded by a bunch of people who keep talking and want you to talk too. And all you want is some nice kickass music and solitude. Showered with a bunch of questions that you don’t want to answer – so you either ignore that they ever said that, or lie. Whatever quickly pisses off the other person.

And just when you thought that the fun doesn't stop here. It does. No its not related to the paragraph above. Fuck it. You won't understand. Nobody does.