And guess who's back exactly after 2 months! Its me!!!! No explanations! Just wanna say one thing: Dear Diary, I missed you! I really missed you<3<3<3 N here comes something that I wrote last month:) Standing on the edge of a river, Watching my reflection in its water... I ask myself who am I? Who am I? I urge to know who exactly am I? A mere piece of flesh and bones? That carries a bunch of fatuous emotions? Emotions that are meaningless to others, Emotions that has no real existence in this world... For them, I am a human, I am a woman, or for few, I am just a walking skeleton... They have the freedom to define me, They enjoy the ungiven authority to fix different labels on me... But why am I not able to understand who truly am I? Will I ever be able to know the true meaning of my individuality? Standing on the edge of a flowing river, Watching my trembling reflection in its water... I feel as if its shivering in agitat...