i thot i was a happy go lucky sort of a person, it made me feel cool earlier, but now i realise thats not so, i find myself sensitive, lost, confused, like a torn cloth. sumtimes i wish i cud fly, be out there in the cool breeze and clouds ala superman, i think i am an emotional person, i wud cry like a baby watching a sad movie, but maintain a straight face when somebody dies without shedding a single tear....as i said, i am a shredded cloth, waiting for pattches in life to stitch me up.