Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Sometimes it feels like my world is suffocated with its own oxygen; crouching under the intoxicated, nicotine-tinged atmosphere as though gasping for a fresher air to breathe, hailing feebly for survival.
This is, as I have now realized, a turmoil. And I am writing this with what little sanity I have left.