As life goes on I stay the same erratic-minded person who lurks into the depths of hope and the shadows of
willingness to give life another chance.Finally the voices that are so loud in my mind are yet to define who
or what I really am...other than just another girl like any other.People used to define the price in accordance
to the quality of a fruit,now people judge the quality of the fruit in accordance to its price.While this
defining happens I just grab the fruit chop it and add it to the
fruit salad of life because sometimes bad fruits taste great when added with others......