IQ's

Life is good. No matter you get the usual share of your mom’s dant but still …
LIFE IS GOOD. At times, I feel euphoric.
You see, this is not a good symptom at all. This is pure self-indulgence. This is killing yourself by living in an assumed world of happiness and this is exactly the point where you find your very own NEVERLAND. Thanks to Ms. Kate Winslet and HIS HIGHNESS Mr. Johnny Depp. .

IQRA!!!

Why can’t you live a normal life like the rest of shareef Pakistani happy go lucky girls do live? Saray maslay masail tumharay sath hi kiun hotay hain my dearest and sweetest?

Still, I know I’m lucky since I’m engaged in a 24/7 catharsis. Writing everything (almost) that comes to my mind is my catharsis. I know that too much self-indulgence is dangerous. So what? Life is meant to be dangerous.

But I seriously doubt one thing at times: my sanity. NO! I swear I do. At times I opt for such irrational behaviors, accompanied with loads of stupidity and an over do of emotional sentimentalism that …. LEAVE. I’m not in a mood to confess rite now.

CONFESSIONS too are the hardest part of life. Confessing is difficult. Confessing is tough and confessing asks for a plethora of bravado. Confessing that you’ve been a complete and certified idiot at times, confessing that you’ve stupid illogical problems in your life related to the number of pimples you’ve on your face and confessing that you’ve always had a secret crush on Orlando Bloom: all is too much to handle.

The irony of the fate is yet to strike with all its atrocity and evil force. Confessing is OFTEN done in front of the people whom you cannot even think about in the wildest of your dreams.

SEE

This is life.
LIFE which according to your truly is a PRB. (Hey! Not always. At times this PRB acts decently enough to derive you directly to your Neverland.)

WHATEVER!!!

Today was the longest day of the week. I hate such boring and dull days at home.