DREAMING OUT LOUD ;

Sunday, January 3, 2010 • 12:00 AM • 0 comments

I wanted first to think what I going to write . It’s an odd idea for me to write things about myself . Still what does it matter ? I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart .

I rather write than talk to someone else . Unless I find a real friend, boy or girl, probably nobody cares. And now I come to the root of the matter, the reason for my starting a blog: it is I have no such real friend. But a girlfie .

Let me put more clearly, since no one will believe that a girl of fifteen feels herself sometimes quite alone in the world, nor is it so. I have beloved parents, one form2 sister, one standard6 sister and also a crazy brother than is nine years old this year. I know bout hundred plus people whom one might call friends—I have a caring boyfie too. I have relations, aunts and uncles. A good home either—I don’t seem to lack anything. But it’s the same with all my friends, just fun and joking, nothing more. I can never bring myself talking of anything outside the common round. We don’t seem to be able to get any closer, that is the root of trouble. Perhaps I lack confidence, but anyway, there it is, a stuborn fact and I don’t seem to be able to do anything about it.

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