My first ever blog, a dear friend told me it'll help.

You miss things u hate.
You hate things u miss.
You have it all , you wish you had the other.You loss it all and your empty.

It seems so long ago when i used to believe ...i think the thing that saddens me most is that your spirit gets crushed.
Its like a part of u dies.Or is that growing up?

Sometimes the piece of heaven (be it your dreams or aspirations) u hold in ur hand becomes ur hell.even the memory of it.
And its so disappointing,.to just be so safe.and its not your fault coz whatever you do wherever u go ..the memory stays.

You can hide it in the depths of your mind and on that lonely cold nite..its ur only company..y ?I think its coz your spirit is your core.
And no matter what people tell u and what they do to put you down.Your spirit cannot die.Yes you learn some things are more practical than others.

The most beautiful thing bout life is hope.And the older I get the more I understand it.The thought that maybe someday your broken heart will mend,maybe you will reach that star in the sky, maybe the tide will come in and you'll sail away,maybe u wont.But the hope that it mite happen ..priceless!
That's the magic of your spirit.