Dear Diary,
Feeling like I am just surviving the life
I am just spending days and nights. Time is just passing.
I am not living a life
And I just sit there watching the time pass...
Every second changing to a minute
Minute to hour
Hour to days
Days to weeks...months
And months pass and a year ends
And all I do is just pass my life like it is nothing important
I don't feel that I belong here in this world
Sometimes I think may be...may be
There was another world for difficult people like me and we somehow, by a misktake or error fell in the wrong world
May be we weren't supposed to be born here
Just a may be after all....