It has been a week since I had left home, the value of its inhabitants I didnot know. But this callous felling is continuously eating up my head. So I have thought of opening up my thoughts now. I feel the fire in my heart dying because I have known to spit them out. I may seem to be an extrovert , an open book a, a girl who can be easily manipulated , but I donot know myself the thoughts which I conceive in the abyss of my heart. Sometimes they come like a gush of emotions washing my eyes and leaving me choked.