🙎 Confession

So finally , I have started to write again ,but in a new manner. Although I have been writing for years, but now I am tired of writing my thoughts in my notes or diary, as an introvert I believe I will never be able to share them to people I like to. So I change the way. I am different on internet, I am not sure is it the real me or a fake me. But these thoughts I am writing are so real , they may be peculiar but they are . I am not sure what I will do anyday, but atleast I have conveyed my thoughts. Because keeping things in mind has always killed me. I want clarification, I want talks to my favourite people. I don't want any misunderstandings. I am an open book and I can help you read each and every chapter, but only if you have a genuine interest. Otherwise all I will do is lose my energy, thinking whether you are willing for it or not . I have ruined things by being so into thinking. But then I remember that , things that are meant for you will be there for you anyhow. All we are doing is an act. We think we are controlling things, we are controlling our life. But i think all we are doing is just an acting. We are in the middle of a worldline drawn between birth and death.