A person who writes #2

If only, life could be as real as a book

..

It would be so weird. Like, if it is any way lesser to weird, now.. Atleast, you would not be responsible for all the complications.

Please don’t be the lucky one who reads this post first among all other works of mine.

Disclaimer- “This is common. I am not the only person going through this It’s a common thought process that runs with my age, teenage breakdown, cut the crap, stop bitching about life, don’t be such a wiener, time to unfollow you, childish, immature” kinda post. I need to write down.

This post needs to be on the blog, as I need to look back at the things I have stoodby when I re-read it for the n’th time.

I’ve never wanted to write this way on this blog, my canvas. Making my writings, my vent of things would confuse people, firstly. That’s the reason some of my rants never make it out of my world.

I never want to get out of my fictions. my Duffer Diaries, Aval Peyar(Tamil series) or the Fall Series. But being pulled down by an invisible hand(or maybe an image I have created) I fucking lose my mind.

Reality sucks. You cannot better it out. People change, the change may not be on the lighter side for you always. Life wants to laugh at your fall. It wants you to learn, grow up. It makes you long and makes you fell desperate. It gives you few smiles and some comforting words in return for all these and completely comforts you for a short period. You play the Pharell Williams song and start walking the walk. I have some of those special people *sunshineeee*

You know what, I’ve written something similar on ‘To my fall’

“Minutes you crossed my mind,
Kept me alive to face the hours you weren’t”

Never mind.

If my blog becomes my portfolio.. maybe I’ll hide this post. But, doesn’t my employer need to know about the kid I am. Maybe I should not take this down. Let me decide that later. Or let me post so many stories *I wish* and make it go down my ladder.

As a person who writes I am sorry for such an unaligned piece of work. I’ll repost this in a better way soon.
And some poetry is coming out this weekend. Non-nonsensical stuff. Man! I am such a lazy, stupid wiener.
This will be the ‘Diary of the confusive Wimpy Kid’.

I am clearly confusing you. If you are confused only a little. WELCOME TO MY WORLD, Old Sport. If you are a lot confused, don’t worry, there is always a next time. (This is my personal favorite line, an allusion to one of GVM’s recent Facebook Post). Last time, I suggested Fault in our stars, this time it is The edge of Seventeen

Well! This post is to me and the person who asks me to write something real..

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