Don't try to read this! It's futile. It's very personal to me yet I am daring to put it on a social website. In fact, you will not be able to make out anything out of it. However, I believe that if there's anyone just like me, which is next to impossible, he or she will unearth the meaning of it, though to some extent. In fact, this correspondence is not more than a diary that's incomprehensible. It's only me who can re-create the ME out of it. Something out of nothing perhaps.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Beat the pop ups!
I beat them. They pop up! I again beat them. They again pop up! I will keep them beating till they don't pop up. They are listening. They are not interested in me now. I beat them finally.
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