19 years of existence. Seldom do I write for publicity and reader's elation. My writings mirror who I am and who I want to be, what I feel and what I'm bound to feel... I frequently take my imaginations to fearful heights and let myself overvalue the minutes. I am afraid of so many things and ideas, and my fear makes me fall in love with them. Having been a living paradox, most of what to be seen here MIGHT not seem very sensical. Have a taste of some caffiene-induced self-hatred-fueled writing extravaganza. I wish to graple the infinite.
Welcome to a roller coaster of my introspections.