Why is it that I think of this space when I've nothing else to do? Why is it that I think of this space when I have too many things to do, least of which must be blogging?
Its escapism. Escapism from the world around me. A weak attempt to build walls around me. To hide from a world I hate but cant live without. Twenty two years were long enough. How many more?
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
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First to be commenting. You need a break from this shit dont you?
22/2=11
Mathematics.
Iam jobless.Kicked out from current job.Another 24 hours.Bliss.Rs 1221 in bank.2 months to go.
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