*Some random title that suits this post*

Yeah,so,that's that.I like cake.

Happy ever after,but not with Prince Charming.

Note-The post is long,but I promise it's worth it :)

So,I know this guy-Cane (Not his real name,obviously)

It started with a ,"Oh,he's cute",and we eventually started talking.He was originally one of my elder brother's close friends,but now we were friends too.We spoke for hours on text,he helped my with my boy troubles an all and he knew much about me.He was kinda like the best-guy-friend I never had.Best part was I wasn't obligated to meet him each day,or text him or call him at least once a day or whatever.We didn't have to tell each other our secrets.We had our space.

I never really had real feelings for him,but we had one night.I mean we spoke the most that night,6 hours I think.The conversation started out normally but then it took a slight turn.It turned,lovey.We spoke as if we were a couple,saying sweet stuff and all.He is seventeen,I'm fourteen.Anyways,so we had this magical conversation and sparks really were there.Next day,it was gone,all gone.We were back to normal but we didn't talk to each other at all.

My brother came to know about the night we spoke,the long night,he was super pissed.Boy code-never date your friends sister.So,he kinda beat up Cane and me and him never spoke again.I kinda missed him,with our conversations and all.Okay,we did ruin everything with that one night,but we could have forgotten about it!

So we did not speak for 3 whole months,we were too busy in our lives.I thought about him once in a while and my friends always pushed me to talk to him,but I was too scared of my brother.One fine day,I finally got over that and spoke to my brother.I explained how good a friend Cane was and I really needed to talk to him.He said,"Fine.But no flirting!"

Now,Cane and I are on talking conditions but we still have distances.We'll get past that,I'm sure :)

P.S-What is it with elder brothers,huh? :O

Just because I am happy :)

Memories.

When I was 9,I found my letter to Santa in my dad's wallet.

*Sound Of Heartbreak*

That's how I discovered Santa wasn't real.

P.S-Sorry for breaking the news to you'll.

The sad,sad post.

Life is just not fair.
Me,being the girl who was in love with her life more than anyone could be,says this.

Sometimes people hurt you and get away with it.They are everything you need,everything you want,and they just leave.

Like, *Poof*
And gone :(

Hurts like hell and moves you from within in ways you can't imagine.


Actually,being hurt actually is an amazing lesson in life. (OhMyGod! I sound so lame.)
You should experience loss,abandonment or heart-breaks.Sounds crazy,huh?It is,crazy but true.

You never experience sad feelings-->Never experience life.

Life is all about this.Try and avoid,but it comes right back at you!Life seem perfect,you have tears of happiness,and then something happens.Why does God have to work this way?
I'm glad he does though.
Now,I feel I know what's right,how I should trust people.

Everyone I've ever loved truly till now has eventually left me.(Including my dad,just walked out of the house.)
I have changed my outlook on the world.Every time I'm actually happy in life,it goes.

Maybe I should just accept this,or I should wait for a miracle to take place.

Or maybe,just maybe,I have super cool powers and I'm chosen to save the world from The Flood again.


Anyways,my eyes have now opened,looking at the harsh realities of life and my mind has now awoken, training itself for the future.

I love you all.Don't ever leave me?

The guy with the A-B-C

So the other day I was on the phone with a friend of mine and she was telling me about this teacher she has in her school and about how awesome he is. Cool guy, yeah. I kind of thought that I would also love a teacher who is awesome and not like the other teachers I have in school right now who are completely boring, not amusing and those who don’t have a life at all.

HE.

Yes, he. He would be this super awesome guy who teaches me History. Why History? Because-

•         I suck at history.
•         History does not need much teaching and it has more chances of starting up conversations.
•          History teachers usually have an unusual history and they are kind of artistic or something.

He should have this staggering sense of humor .He must get along with every child, understand every child.

NO PARTIALITY MUST TAKE PLACE.

He must have this shimmer in his eyes that gets the child’s brain thinking. He should use his hands, show actions while teaching. Teachers in my school just sit on the chair and murmur some words hazily. Pathetic, I must say, pathetic. He should bring charts and all, yeah, that’d be fun .You know, the colorful stuff with pretty fonts and all.

He should not be good looking. Not hideous too. He should just be well turned-out and average. I don’t want to be focusing on him rather than History. He should have a nice physique though so that the shirts he wears (or t shirts for the matter) look perfect. He should have a nice pair of shoes; I always had a thing for men with nice shoes. A rusty beard maybe and yeah, a hat too!

Voilà!

He should like me particularly too.

I wish I had a teacher like this. :(

I really do.

P.S-I said my imaginary teacher must be "WELL TURNED-OUT".I'm losing it.

Fort Minor-Where'd you go?

Where'd you go?

I miss you so,

Seems like it's been forever,

That you've been gone.