Hate or love yourself. But being scared of yourself is a feeling that can stab you infinitely. You shiver, and there is a chill down your spine when you witness the gruesome monster in you. The tremors that fill every blood vessel in your skin uproots your well being. The the volcano of angst that swirls up in your soul, burns every pore of skin with it's ire. Self-loathe becomes a secondary issue to deal with, the crux of the matter is to encounter your self, and not shun the madness and adrenaline rush that blackens every cell in your body.
Writing is a phenomenal medium of expression and impression. It's my way of penning down life in bits and pieces. Also for me it's a way of emoting my heartfelt sentiments. I hope to evoke the most honest thoughts that run in my head .