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It's been like a week, that I've been back from Pakistan. And although, I decided this time around that I won't get too attached to the place. But it's hard for me to keep my promise.

This is creepy, but I'm starting to like the place ... believe it or not ...

Maybe it's the constant state of nirvana, due to the absence of schedule. Or maybe I just love goofing off, who knows. But whatever it was, It worked.

I've changed. And that's not a bad thing.

Am I thinking of going back? Yes.

And that too, a.s.a.p. Maybe it's the freedom. Maybe it's the difference between these two worlds. But whatever it was ... It worked.

And now I can't think of anything. All the sugar I've consumed in the last week hasn't helped either ... I've blown it off by either jumping rope, or constantly button mashing the ps2.

Like that kickass Green Day song Holiday, everything good comes to an end soon. I just realized it late.

Everything is almost back to normal. The only thing that's stuck is me. And it doesn't seem to change how the rest of the world spins.

And why should it? Everyone has their own problems to think of. Who cares if that's the way it's supposed to be or not. It just is.

I came back to blogger, because I had a lot on my mind. And I'm glad I did. No one listens better than a journal. You can keep on talking ... a journal doesn't have it's own point of views ... only ones you give it in the first place ... your own ...

Aah, the feeling of being published ... just like the feeling of ownership and satisfaction that comes from owning books ... did I say that in another post before?

It's great ... I don't know how my 5 years would've gone without this blog.

If you're reading this, I owe you my Gratitude. You took out time to read my thoughts.

Thank You.

"We Are Only Restricted, By Our Own Stupidity"

- Danish989