I also faced the same emotional problem ever since I reached second year of my academic years. No I did not commit suicide. I just kept quiet, quiet, and attempted more silence, but I let go off my pent-up emotion into blog. When I was tired of looking at the laptop's screen, I led a lonely walk by the bank of the lake, said "hi" to everyone I knew, stared at the slender hip of female joggers. I never thought of drowning myself into the lake, anyway. When I was tired of walking, I went to my friend's apartment to distract their everyday chores.
They later introduced me to one boring art called hisap sisha, which needs no translation if you are very well-informed about our current youth's lifestyle.
No I don't smoke. Cigarette is not my companion. I wonder why people inhale smoke. This is a suicide form too.
