everyday, somewhere,

everyone wants to shape me into someone they think i should be

i m tired of all this.

i just want to live my life where i can just be me, just be myself.

why is it so hard?

so hard to accept...?

by everyone?

especially back here.

sometimes i just miss myself in australia.

i will... i will...

someday i will stop...

and when i do, i hope you do realize...

if the world revolves only between two individuals,

there will not be any dramas, judgments, misunderstandings, influence,

sadly the world does not limits itself to just that extend.

the feeling of hurt, the feeling of being left behind as the last has overwhelmed everything that happened for the past one year.

Numb.

who is the stupid one now?

never learnt the lesson of taking words.

all sweetened at the first step, and slowly crumbled as it goes.

promises that stood up the afraid and the fear, helped to bring back the moments alive

then as fear of past diminishes, a sudden retrieval without reasons and into the everyday future of uncertainty.

left broken all over again.