My beloved sad days..

“ I have never felt so compelled to write before this. The compulsion is more personal than anything else. These are one of those moments when my mind is totally lost in a hysterical crisis of my intellect. An enormous turmoil churns within me and I don’t know what to make out of it. I feel ugly, unkempt and bitter… an agonising hatred for myself seems to have over powered me somehow and forces me to hate myself even more each day. A horrific sense of shame, a satirically meted out self-pity and a tragic conflict of purposes have made a tremendous and unfailing irony out of my little lived and a lot pondered life.”