IQ's

The answers we get to our questions are often assuring, soothing and loving.

I asked HAVE I EVER HURT YOU?

The answer was an assuring, soothing and loving NO.

NOW I want to ask the thing that had been there always on my mind. Stinging my soul and pinching my existence and giving me loads of restless and teary nights.

But I know I don't have the courage to ask that. How can I ask someone. The someone to whom for I'm nuts, b* and whipped cream always.

Tears start brimming my eyes the moment I see h or the moment I h h v. I want to control my self but I know its the last thing I can do - to control myself.

Life is not only a PRB but also it keeps giving you such shocks that a moment come where you kinda become SHOCK PROOF. I think that's exactly the point of indifference.

Indifference is a SOM where you just stop pondering. I want to become indifferent. Indifferent towards every single human being and thing existing on the earth.
I want to ...


PEOPLE AND PRIORITIES:

Every one has his or her own set of priorities. Priorities are the preferences defined or set out in hierarchal order of their importance.

My dilemma starts from this very word priorities. I always always set my priorities wrong. They're always in the wrong order. And now I'm suffering all because of this wrong lay out of my priorities. I give importance to those who don't even give a f* rotten damn for my existence. I care for those who think of me as someone just THERE. I cry for those who will not (not even in a thousand years) know the fact that I ......

BS.
Life is a PRB.
Not only life is a PRB but these set up of priorities is also a damn bloody b* thing.

It is the root cause of my sufferings and my pain.

Had I would have set my priorities in the correct order, I would have been the PERFECT HAPPY GO LUCKY TEEN.

But things are just not the way they were supposed to be.

I'm killing my self.
I'm finding reasons to survive.
I've lost the hope to survive.




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