wow. time sure passes by.
its been quite awhile since i've written anything.
everything's change.
too many stories, dunnoe where to start.
can i really have changed so much in a couple of months?
i feel the same. hell, i know i am.
but ppl sae ive changed.
i guess its not me who changed, but my surrounddings and events tt had happened and revolved around my pathetic life sublimed the perception of "Shyam's changed".
for better? or for worse?
both i guess.
yes, i no longer gif a damn about things i used to care so much about.
but some things which i didnt gif a rat's ass b4 now surfaced in my "Priority List".
quarrels, fights, relationships; its like a vicious cycle, similar in many ways, differing much much more.
my greatest love has finally spawned into my most hated.
its amazing how love is able to rear its ugly face in an instant.
n its fucking ugly. believe me.
i realize each time i write stuff like this no one really seems to understand.
only those who knows my story can read the sublimed message in beween the lines.
even then some still dun get it.
yes, i am egodriven.
very much actually.
malechavonist, maybe.
all because of one girl.
juz to let know,
after u'd slit my throat, with my one final breath, i apologize for bleeding on your shirt.