Saturday, March 8, 2008

Shit happens. Which makes the load of crap called life even crappier. I feel stripped, robbed of my own space. Insecurity has never loomed larger than this. Never. Someone said "even this shall pass". Which, I know. But the suspicions will remain. Forever.

P.S: For those who don't know, my email id's been hacked, my personal mails, chats read and a lot more things done with them. And all this, by someone who is, in all certainties, quite close to me.

2 blabberings:

March Hare said...

and the worst part is EVERYONE is bypassing the issue that our privacy has been violated.

certain doctored chats gain all the attention, while the stripping of of our own private space doesn't seem to bother any.

priorities. oh, how blatant they have become.

dreamy said...