starts with an end

hello people. will introduce myself as the guy who likes living in his dreams. who adores dreams more than the cruel reality. how much i think it is all a dream. does that make me an escapist. is it bad being an escapist? aren't we all an escapist. better that am not a hypocrite like the rest.

i have never thought of blogging seriously. but this idea kept on haunting me. and now that a lot has happened in my life, i feel to tell the world how i feel bearing its stink, though once in a while it made me experience its fragrance. i will tell it all.

as i sit here in front of the glaring screen of my friend's computer and type down my first ever blog, deep inside my skin i feel so empty. i have had my first break up in a way that i always dreamt of, i have fallen in love with my "ex", i am going to start a new life at a new city tomorrow and i am missing my convocation.

all i wonder the reason behind this lonliness. has it all ended before it started.

i hate thinking. i love pondering!