It's funny how excessive fun can suck the fun out of fun. believe me, it is happening right now with me. i had begun to believe that believing in myself would lead to some sort of relief from teh burdens of my own unfulfilled expectations for myself and hence give me some joy and fun. however, a sudden turn of event has opened my eyes to a whole new darkness where my eyes were better closed. now i have a tag of being fun, and yet no fun to be with. i feel incaptivated in this state of ambiguity and feel like i am heading into oblivion at the speed of light. i am falling from my own grace and the worst infliction on my soul is that i cannot even see it - teh darkness remember? so, here i am rearing to fly, with my wings clipped and the sky taunting me with all its glory. teh fun is gone, the interest is gone, the inclination is gone. i cannot even seek help now; i see no one.