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Crappily Ever After: 4,2

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I think more than I write. I listen more than I talk. I chew more than I bite. Welcome to whatever's inside my head. Well, almost. Imagine your secret spilling out. And the one it’s about getting to know. And the little flash of surprise in his eyes. And then the awkward silence that hangs between you. Threatening to puncture your lungs. Your eyes and you face and blacken your nails. All because a little secret. Is a lie you told and yet didn’t. Now every movement is magnified. Why did it stay so long?

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Crappily Ever After: 08/01/2011 - 09/01/2011

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I think more than I write. I listen more than I talk. I chew more than I bite. Welcome to whatever's inside my head. Well, almost. What makes this birthday special? 1 I'm still at office. 2 I'm not allowed to drink, necessarily or legally, but they make a big deal of it anyway. 3 Mum and Dad are both here, as in the same city. Long time. 4 I'm happy, and NOTHING has gone wrong today. 5 I'm with new friends and I'll be meeting the old ones. 7 Oh well who cares! Radhi, Ankit, Renu. Hum bade ho gaye! As I w...

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Crappily Ever After: 10.

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I think more than I write. I listen more than I talk. I chew more than I bite. Welcome to whatever's inside my head. Well, almost. Bring on the snow, bring in the fire. Let the water above my head get higher. Cut me open, rub salt in my wounds. I'll cry and shiver and fall right through. Touch a nerve and dig in deeper. Make me lonelier than a dying leper. In the chaos of your inflicted pain. I'll scratch my way out again. In the forced silence I'll find a tune. A minute later, but I'll hum it soon.

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Crappily Ever After: 04/01/2012 - 05/01/2012

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I think more than I write. I listen more than I talk. I chew more than I bite. Welcome to whatever's inside my head. Well, almost. There you are, my story. Pretending to ignore me. Pretending I don’t exist. Pretending you never saw me. Pretending you never felt it too. Assuming I still wouldn’t. And pretending you didn’t read through. We’ll stay a mystery. To us and them and us again. Accident that never happened. A scar in denial. A happy tear you never shed. I’ll look at the ground. You look at the sky.

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Crappily Ever After: 09/01/2011 - 10/01/2011

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I think more than I write. I listen more than I talk. I chew more than I bite. Welcome to whatever's inside my head. Well, almost. Evil me, cruel me. For a long time, I've wondered how a lot of people get attention- if you know what I mean. And for a long time, people I know have also wondered why I even wonder. With a waistline the total of your family's size, it is my stupidity that I should consider myself even- well- considerable. For most things anyway. Flattered, but not convinced. Apart from my bo...

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Crappily Ever After: 03/01/2012 - 04/01/2012

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I think more than I write. I listen more than I talk. I chew more than I bite. Welcome to whatever's inside my head. Well, almost. Wrote it back on Jan 19, 2010. That, sir, is where the confusion starts. When my head refuses to hear out my heart. And experience takes over the glimpse of hope. The winds say yes, while the weatherman says, Nope. That dear sir, is my biggest fear till date. To love so much that I begin to hate. Someday I shall balance the two alright. Till then get torn in this darned fight.

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Crappily Ever After: 02/01/2012 - 03/01/2012

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I think more than I write. I listen more than I talk. I chew more than I bite. Welcome to whatever's inside my head. Well, almost. 339 and the other 45. The shops passed, the streets glowed. The jam started and the traffic slowed. The greying air and the smile-less faces. A bus that went through 45 places. She’d got in at 3 and sat on her own. A nomad in her thoughts on her window-seat throne. The people were a blur and the music up loud. A glance or two to the filling crowd. 3 feet from her was where he...

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Crappily Ever After: 20.

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I think more than I write. I listen more than I talk. I chew more than I bite. Welcome to whatever's inside my head. Well, almost. I owe him that. I owe him years of silence. Time passed and so did opportunities. I got closure. Somewhere, he didn't. I owe him that. He isn't everything to me. No. That'll be someone else. But he's definitely some place where no one else will be. But this is what happens when you're sure. Even if he deserves it. People WILL disappoint me. Even this one. Bring It. On. Studen...

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Crappily Ever After: Skeptic

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I think more than I write. I listen more than I talk. I chew more than I bite. Welcome to whatever's inside my head. Well, almost. Wrote it back on Jan 19, 2010. That, sir, is where the confusion starts. When my head refuses to hear out my heart. And experience takes over the glimpse of hope. The winds say yes, while the weatherman says, Nope. That dear sir, is my biggest fear till date. To love so much that I begin to hate. Someday I shall balance the two alright. Till then get torn in this darned fight.

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Crappily Ever After: 339 and the other 45

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I think more than I write. I listen more than I talk. I chew more than I bite. Welcome to whatever's inside my head. Well, almost. 339 and the other 45. The shops passed, the streets glowed. The jam started and the traffic slowed. The greying air and the smile-less faces. A bus that went through 45 places. She’d got in at 3 and sat on her own. A nomad in her thoughts on her window-seat throne. The people were a blur and the music up loud. A glance or two to the filling crowd. 3 feet from her was where he...