I'm a loser. A useless loser. Not good enough to be alive in this world. Everyone is tired of me, irritated the shit out of me. They're ready to cast me aside any second of the day. It's just their humane qualities that's stopping them from doing so. They're too good for someone like me. They deserve a better friend/son/brother. Or, perhaps they love me? No, what have I done to even deserve their love? Oh, I have crushed my parents' expectations, wasted their hard earned money. But mom says it's not wastage. That's bullshit, perhaps she doesn't have a better way to hide her disappointment concerning me .. Being a patient of anxiety is a tough task. You have to fight yourself, your inner demons everyday to keep yourself alive, give yourself reasons everyday to not die. It's a constant battle between your brain, which is consistently churning out hundreds of new reasons for you to die, and your heart, that clings on to that one beautiful...
I was one of those guys that thought Game of Thrones was just another over-the-toply-hyped, nothing-special, sells-only-for-sex type of show. Also, I believe TV adaptations of books almost always leave a lot to be desired, so, I'd rather read the book than see a low quality AV version of the same. Until one day, out of sheer boredom, I decided to kill time by giving GoT a try. And boy, was I thrown aback by how wrong I was about the show!