sadness

i loved that line. 'if you loved me my pain would hurt you' from her blog. this is the summary of it, yeah. what love is. and what love is is not a choice. of when you can feel for another and when you choose not to. its not a choice.

whenever i get sad enough i go and read his diary. somehow draw strenght from his confidence in his own self. his indiffernce to all he waves aside. so effortless.. it teaches me how to go about things somehow..

i dont think anyone cares. except abbu. he cares a lot. the only one.