Hardly

This is not always my escape to a cluttered mind. Making lists helps, but the fact that this hasn't seen me since long is proof enough. Anyway, it's strange how the mind keeps finding reasons to be fucked even though God put a smile on our face. (Coldplay on loop). Sometimes it becomes necessary to remain in solitude watching Dexter and his ways. Strongest alter egos I've seen in times. It's so annoying to know that you're being judged all the time. It's become so difficult to find a like minded existence. It's become a habit to be let down, to expect a lot. Has it?

Alcohol has the most peculiar tendencies. You could do so much more yet, you'd want to sit and sip. :) The laugh which saw no reason, the action which saw no cause, the most wonderful saying which saw no motivation, the most hilarious joke which saw no thinking.

It takes a lot to be content. You need to see good food on the table for every meal, you want to crib about the only thing life wants to see you do right now, you want them to think what you think of yourself, you want to be a part and you want that to happen effortlessly, you want everything to be in sequence, you want A to mark the beginning and Z to see the end, you want to make it happen and you want it to be done right. It should be simplified and not in the least bit complicated. Sit, drink, smoke, strike a healthy conversation, be yourself and feel good about the moment. That's what you want.

There's got to be a way out of this. There's got to be one.