Melancholy
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Multiple combinations in browsing can only help so much.
I have nothing to say. Nothing to write.
So,
I hate facades but I take part in them.
I don’t know what I want but I pretend.
I convince myself that life is short but I still worry.
I know they are precious but I still hurt them.
I make goals too high to be reached.
I will die, unsatisfied.
I hate being honest.
(I love the letter I) too much.
NY times…blogs….Cricinfo….rediff
Multiple combinations in browsing can only help so much.
I have nothing to say. Nothing to write.
So,
I hate facades but I take part in them.
I don’t know what I want but I pretend.
I convince myself that life is short but I still worry.
I know they are precious but I still hurt them.
I make goals too high to be reached.
I will die, unsatisfied.
I hate being honest.
(I love the letter I) too much.
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posted by Rajesh | 5:16 AM
2 Comments:
homesick huh? is that what is bringing on all these depressing thoughts? don't ponder too much. go listen to some good ol' salil choudry numbers. guarnteed to lift ur spirits.
Will do ma'm
I agree. Seems a lot like homesickness.
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