A wound. A heart wound.

I'm love-lorn. According to Shawn, that is. But I dont listen to him, cz most of the time, theres a reason we're friends, and tht because we both crap more than make sense. Anyways.. Yes, I'm heartbroken.

In Hindi, to call a loved one by an endearing nickname is to call them Jaantush or Jaan for short. According to my friends, this means love, life, sweetheart and practically everything endearing.

I feel... Like a part of me has been torn out of my body. Forced out, screaming and bloody. Yes, it's that gory. You see, when a part of you is torn out.. You bleed, it hurts, it takes time to heal and the best part is... You feel lighter but.. you feel empty. Hollow. Like you've been burrowed through.

You feel like crap. And yes, thats how i feel right now. That's exactly how. 

Update!

I'm so sorry for neglecting my blog. I've been trying to... reconcile with my inner self, u cn say... XP
And somehow Twitter got more interesting after Fly.fm played the song request I asked for on Twitter. Yeehaw!
Ok... back to business. This blog... well u cn say tht it has been the place i vent off my anger, pent up frustration and also the place I post all those sickening(i bet you guys are puking rite now JK) lovey dovey stuff.

Nah... I loved what I wrote. Eventho I messed up... -smiles-

So I dont think I wanna erase most of my posts just because it didnt seem rite tht they're still there. Those are not mockery, those are past memories. I'd be willing to go thru pain if I can relive those memories... Oh well, there's nothing I could do but wait for you.

I'd wait and I wait even though it sounds pathetic.

-Smiles-

Alia

Cheer up, ma readers(do I even have any?) 


I love you all! <3