Sometimes I wonder at my stupidity, the fluid endlessness of it. For years I dreamt of a future so glorious that I denied myself the present. There always was some more time to spare, to wait before the party began. Now I have no more moments to live, to breathe....

P.S: I am not sure why I wrote this silly thing.. but then my obsession with death is not something that needs any introduction.. why is it that I feel that its easy to write about sadness and well yeah death.. esp suicide :)