The Ramblings Of A Pakistani Insouciant.

These are all the thoughts that stay cooped up inside my head, that I don't really tend to let out all that much, because when I do, I'm given oddly creeped out looks, and I get more than enough of those on a regular basis.

This is not a work of fiction. It is however a work of HEAVY exaggeration, seeing as how this is not work. It is random crap.

Good Day.
Good Bye.