My day starts with a blood sugar reading and that is exactly how it ends too.

I may not say it much but those people mean everything to me. It takes guts to be stupid enough to stand in the rain with me.

Does being addicted to sniffing skull dust make one crazy? If yes, then I am crazy.

I feel myself slipping into the clutches of insanity day by day. Nothing seems to make sense anymore. There's this urge to let go, like I'm constantly on the edge. I feel numb to everything. I despise this world from the bottom of my heart, and I want it to feel my suppressed wrath in all its wanton madness.

True love is never having to say, 'Chai bna do.' Bs ap socho aur chai ajaye.

Definitely, an island. What if the village is haunted by the souls of the tormented? What if it was the site of a pagan ritual? No, Sir, I'd stay away from villages. Now, the forest is just as spooky. All sorts of reptilian horrors and critters rule it. The night is when it's the most dangerous. It can also be a hunting ground for a Yautja. I can't possibly survive against it. An island will at least give me a nice view :,)

Stop scaring me.

Whatever works for you. Just get the fuck outta this hellhole.

What's bothering me is that my hair constantly falls over my face and into my eyes whenever a slight wind blows.

To pray to Allah and to seek His approval.