one of Diary Entries

This is one of my diary entries..... 19-11-07

rain is there & friend is by myside, honey is wanderig & i'm writing. actually my mind was full of ideas which were not complete, scattered & non uniform. they can't result in a good composition so i thought to write it here.

My mind asks why its late when i find something revolutionary? why its late when i start somethin? why its late whe i fiish something & even its not complete? why this happens with me? why my ever best creation is lost in the dust of life? why it is too tough to end my fiction (the one i'm writing)? isn't that idiotic or may be ironic that i packed my belongings in a gift wrap & have sent them away frm me? isn't it strange that whenever i think of studying it does not seems to be the correct time? is't this stupid that i still find hope in my self talk & teleconections? isn't this despairing that i'm still trying to continue with anshu? isn't it funny that I believed that anshu was a frn & still believe so? isn't this factual that i'm doing worst in life? why i always have to change my path? isn't this heroc that i'm still fighting when battle is over? isn't this disturbing that i'm still doing what i should not do even after knowing it?

isn't this a big question that why i have a lot of questions whe i have no answers in my vicinity.

GODDDDDD PLSSSSS HELPPP ME OUTTTTTTTTT........... :(