you are my sweetest downfall.

i don't know whats wrong with me! i should really be revising but for the past few days (right before exams) i have lost my will to take in anymore of the things that i have to know in order to prove my worth (this always happens to me before exams argh). i sometimes i feel like the only reason i go to college is to please my parents. i daydream a lot. i daydream of the things i would rather be doing. now, more than ever, i'm starting to think a lot, about what i want to do, about who i want to be. i'm trying my best to 'put my head in the game'. it'd better be worth it in the end, i hope. anyways enough of my incessant blubbering! i hadn't realised i had already edited these pictures (i should really try to remember where i save my files). i think i was planning to re-edit them but then again, i was at a everything-i-do-is-shit stage and now im at a i-don't-want-perfection-cos-thats-not-who-i-am stage, so here you are, imperfect and unfinished they might be, i like them just the way they are (call me lazy if you want, i couldn't care less)

ps: i am currently in awe of regina spektor. such an amaing singer and songwriter. her songs are like poetry, so much depth and so much meaning!

pps: this is continued from the pre-previous post :) if you haven't seen it yet, do so! thank you swapnil didi once again! you are a star :)

the country was becoming increasingly aware of what was happening to their beloved queen- or what remained of their queen. politicians warned that the instant, foreign countries knew of the situation, an invasion was inevitable. the people decided that they needed a new ruler, someone who could keep them safe, and so they turned their backs on their queen, who was once the person they looked up to. 

when she no longer was the queen, then she finally saw what she had become and with all the willpower and courage she had, she finally took off the mask. ashamed of herself, she couldn't show her face to her people, and so she fled from her own country, leaving all she ever loved.

 

 left to her own measures, she was helpless, and lost, and afraid, and no one but herself to guide her. she didn't know where she was going, but go she would.

 it was heartbreaking to see what had become of her. it was the wretched mask still. even though it was gone, her soul was still attached to it. it made her want to take revenge.


sometimes she would be vengeful and sometimes she would be forgiving. one thing was true, that her old self was still there inside, trying to fight off the demons inside of her.

no one remembers the last time they had seen her but years and years long gone, her stories were passed down to generations of those who were loyal to her, the story of the queen, her rise and her downfall.

so yeah this is kinda the end of this story, but i do have an alternate more happier ending and i did try to find if i had miraculously edited those as well but sadly i can confirm i haven't so it will take a while! i certainly prefer the other ending i have thought of but that is just my wishful thinking and my vision of how good prevails evil at the end (lol) sorry for not writing much of the story and i know its not explained very well, or for the matter of fact, written in a decent readable way but i really can't be arsed! yes typical me! anywhoo take care my believers (:P) i will study hard like i've never done before! see you my fellow nepalese people in chandi and gurkha cup. i am thinking of possibly (if i gather enough courage) ask people i don't know to let me take their pictures there (like the awesomecool people do in streetblogs ftw!i can't be any sadder) but that will depend on the amount of lucozade i will have taken on those days :P