I dont dream big...i just live in wolrd where hardly some people around me care for me genuienly...and im happy with those some people around me

Trust me when it comes to friend i always loose them..so im not a more friends making girl..which i used to be before...

Reading is all time passion for me..
But before that sleeping is my best partner...and yaa slowly slowly reading has been converted to writings...and i keep all my idealogy..which i dreamt of with my friends..which obvio didnt or dont happen in life....

Im a bigda hua confused soul who tries to make people happy but in return i get only abuses...

I dont know why people dont accept me the  way iam..why cant they see all in the universe are different and everybody have unique in them...unfortunately nobody sees that in my case..

I never complaint about it..but yeh baath mujhe andar hi andar kaajaathi hein and i feel very bad about me....and some times...i will be in a place where there would be no one for me...

So  to overcome  this i came up with writing...i dont post only my works here

But also others jinka im much connected and i post with their permission...

Cya