This is not a diary any more


…and then someone on Twitter starts following me, whose profile says I JUST WANT A BOY TO LIKE ME AND THINK I AM PRETTY AND WANT TO KISS ME AND GO TO CONCERTS WITH ME AND GO CAMPING AND WATCH THE STARS I start thinking how much I envy her limits but then slowly arrive […]

The Centre of the World

I have been overestimating the amount of time I have. We are born, we die. And though I’ve been approaching the simplicity and the marvel of the notion in my own pace since childhood, I still tend to get lost in distractions.