Chapter 1A Chapter by ZanessaChapter 1 : It's never the same, life as we know it. You go to sleep at night and the next morning things aren't how you left them the previous night. There's a script you don't get to read, a writer you never get to meet but you're still acting. Doesn't matter if you're weary, jaded or worn-out, you have got to go on. Got no choice. Doesn't matter if all you want is to get away. You can't take the luxury of going berserk or letting your hair loose. You must be consious and uptight at all times or else, you play the side-kick. No my friend, you're not written out. The ordeal still continues ofcourse, but you're just not the protagonist anymore which only intensifies the agony. The best part? There are more critics than there are supporters. They'll never applaud at your performance, they'll only judge. Now now, ofcourse being judgemental is fair. Because, I forgot to tell you a little secret, all the rules and taboos are only for you and for them spectators, even murder is justifiable. All atrocities are acceptable and welcome if and only if they are directed at you. No. I'm not a hater. I just like to call 'em as I see 'em. But i'm scared. I'm scared and exhausted and unhappy and every other synonymous downward looking word. And you know what triggers all of that? The very fact that I'm all of that. I know what you're thinking while reading this. "This person needs medical help! what a pessimistic view of life!". I've told myself that on a lot of occasions and you have to trust me on that. But you also have to believe me when i say that no person could love life the way I do. Today isn't one of those blissful days though. I'm just venting my innermost feelings and telling my two best friends - the pen and the paper (well the keyboard and the screen literally), just how i feel right now.
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