There will be days when you'd want to progress in life, and make way for newer things. And the next day, you will shit over all of that. You'd make friends and then one day they will become 'somebody that you used to know'.

I'm pretty damn sure that love will never find me too because I'm not lovable. And the word 'lovable' here is in italic underlined, size 93 times new roman BOLD. I am good to people, kind, helpful, smile too often. They call me a nice person too. But that's not all it, is it? To make someone fall in love with you, itna kaafi nahi hota na?

“Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. The climb is all there is.” The deal is to find your way up. To all you people struggling to make their way up the ladder right now, I have a shout-out for you. Also, I wrote a poem tell me how you liked it: Roses are red, sky is blue, I love doing this and maybe you too. Rhyming it my way :P

This episode is by far the most personal one(not exactly how I feel right now but a compilation of all that I've been going through maybe). So if it doesn't resonate for the first few seconds, it's alright. Skip over to the rest. P.S. I'm also sorry about the background noise. I tried so hard and got so far, but in the end it's still the same :)

"We ask ourselves: Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?" The big bully in you needs to shut up and here's why.

You say you want to forgive. Forget. Start new. 

All that jazz. 

But your inner voice reminds the times you've been a complete ass.

Are you feeling small, hurt, pained, cheated, run over? All because you did a little something wrong. I have a little something to tell you.

Do you want to be dead before you die?

'I am a perfectionist. My final work has been the best version of itself. It couldn't have been any better.; And all that I have just said is bullsh*t.

The only time I will ever be perfect is after I am dead. Know why?