i am a big fish getting bigger.

my stomach is bloated, i am waiting for some time to come fall in my palms and rest. really, my whole body is burning... i don't know what sickness is this, i don't know anything apparently.

i was thinking while watching Merlin today- of what i wrote about myself earlier-- that i was the secondary character in my story. perhaps i am. but when God will read the whole book, i won't be looked at as one... it's not the characters but the observation. i mean if i stop and think of why the secondary characters exist and what will happen without them, then they too become heros and heroines; the focus and not the negligible(s) or sometimes the eyesores.

i am turning bigger; getting loose-overthesurface praises and attention. i have become a big fish. i know it. and i have started to hate myself for it.