I feel really childhood-deprived. When I thought I can have a share in playing, I was wrong. I have to help, one of the parties. Sad ain't it. Arguing when deadline is just later. Useless beings without sense of priority. Retards, worthy only to the dead, perhaps. Eyes threatening to close already and here I am blogging, trying to keep myself awake. The need to squeeze something out from my brain is overwhelming. I want to play. To just let go and play. But I know, I can't. Nothing good will come out of it. It will always stay this way. Unless, the children are kept away from me. But still, people will get hurt. That's the way I play. That's also the way I want to play and it's also the only way which I know of. Pathetic.



It has been a long time since I throw my thoughts here, or maybe even anywhere. These thoughts, I reckon, are as harmful to humans as the hydrocarbons we use in Organic and Biological Chemistry. Brains are amazing. I wonder if somebody will let me play with theirs.=)

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