i may be entitled for a not-so-very-good (i say "not-so-very-good" solely because, i dun like the sound that rings in the ears wen i say "bad day".. maybe because im paranoid n always dreading some distant "knowingly" unknown fear) day after an (or even some, at a stretch) amazingly satisfying (in all aspects) day(s) ( n even nyt(s))..but, its always in those "not-so-very-good" days, that my restlessness reaches to such great heights, that i fail to see reason n logic, of even the most simplest n the straight-forward-est thing.. n inevidently, i always make it horribly twisted n complicated.. the end result is nevertheless the one, that ultimately transcends into me getting (un)visibily depressed n distressed, even ending up crying n sobbing (the latter one 'performed' in strict seclusion, n the former one, in disguise)..

but i cannot help it, if i miss you the most (in a real bad way) on those "not-so-very-good" days..