I could never be an Einstein and a Shakespeare.

I'm a different person.

I'm simply me.

I used to harbor evil thoughts about certain ideas. I used to destroy the very dreams I carefully webbed into intricate designs. Without second thoughts I gave up on the very possibility that I might actually get what I wanted. I turned my back on my dreams. And nobody noticed.

I was a very disturbed person. I wanted to scream and tell the whole damned world what I was carrying heavily in my chest. I wanted the apathetic bastards to stop and see me. I wanted them to learn and know me. I was in pain. I was in total mess. I needed to let go. And nobody noticed.

I stopped. I began to think. I listened to my hatred. It said something. I howled with grief. Then I realized, I wasn't listening in the first place. I was engrossed with the superficiality of my wants and desire. I was delirious with the granduer of scheme. I was was blinded by my own despair that I forgot my destiny. I was self