I don't know how and why i end up writing this here...i mean its all confusing the things you do, the people, the hate, the jealous, the love, affection, the life, the expectations, the things you wish to do and why you cant do, the lies, the destiny, the life, why I can't do what i like, why i feel I do not have much time to live, why i like sadness, why i am lazy, why i cant express myself, why there are borders, why can't I roam land freely, why it feels necessary to have a faith, why i cannot prioritize, why i think so low of me, why i cant change the way i am, what it is like to be truly happy!