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Feeling hopeless, is not the End.

After writing five drafts in the last few months, I have decided that I will post whatever I write in this one. Because, you might be the only person who is reading this blog anyway.

I have been quite tense about my social skills that have hit a new low. Living in a foreign country and not finding anyone to talk to was one thing, but not wanting to talk to anyone I know and hating everyone active on facebook is a pretty weird level.
I won't say I am worried about it, but I do think about it a lot. Unless, I am watching TV shows and writing articles which clearly are not bringing me any closer to me having good "creative" ideas for a book. 
I haven't read a book in so long because I was busy making friends with Lannisters and Starks. (GoT, in case you don't know.)
But when I am busy doing laundry, wiping the floor ten times a day because I have developed obsessive cleaning disorder out of living alone for the most part of the day, and when I try to sleep in the night, I have a million one-liners and story plots going in my head. They all suck or are generally the same, but I will hopefully work on it some day. 

You can't run away from your dreams, after all. Can you? And you shouldn't. I recently read a Lisa Kudrow interview on how she thought she lost her career when she was fired from "Frasier" TV show. But then, that lead her to play Phoebe Buffay and meet her current husband as well.
So, you never really know what will happen if you keep trying, right? Even if you haven't written one page since Last September because you feel hopeless, you are going to start typing again because for one, you love it. There are not many things and people in life that you fall in love with. You should stick by the ones you do, you know?


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  1. Adi18 February 2018 at 22:38

    a random thought came across my mind, came to this blog through your twitter profile. I am looking to connect to someone random and far away soul and exchange the current happenings around me on daily or weekly basis and discuss life in general. I am a decent well settled, nice guy, not seeking anything pervert, I can assure. sometimes I feel we all need someone to write to who is completely stranger and dont judge you. The preposition may sound little weird, but see if that make you think of giving a try.

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