Disappointment comes in all form.
It pretty much speaks about me. My expectation of others and myself.
Pretty glad i am going India for detachment, getting away from all that has been bothering my mind.
Knowledge is everything. 7 more days. All hell will break loose.
Honestly, sometimes i just hope my dad will just die. I am not ashamed that i have harbored such thoughts, neither am i glad. I just think i am being honest with myself.
Stop saying things you don't mean.
