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By Karthik | August 11, 2008
Maybe I needed the time. I always seem to need the time. I never know why… but my passion is beginning to burn and I don’t think it is safe for anyone to be so close to me anymore. How idiotic does that sound?
I was just cruising through the blogosphere because I wasn’t able to sleep at these late hours, and I got this idea of deleting every post on this blog. They are stupid. They do not reflect an idea I initially set to share. Now, I feel it’s embarrassing to keep the previous posts and to still call it mine.
Maybe I got sick of blogs being too personal and I wasn’t very much keen on doing the same thing. But that’s the difference this blog offers, doesn’t it? It’s completely impersonal, and sometimes it starts to give you a taste of bitter because the posts just seem so awful at times.
But I need to reserve a whole lot of privacy and blogging was never my cup of tea. So, what’s next? Delete old post. Create new post. Talk to you and not others. That. wasnt. cool. at. all.
So before I fuck the shit out of my mind late these hours, I suggest I’d better do some light reading and to promise you something worth reading the next time onwards. I’m just a fickle minded biatchh..
Now, that’s being personal!
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