Joined PhD and hectic months followed! 
Wanted to review “Remember me”, but couldn’t, will be doing it sometime soon. Making new friends over here. I just find i m not that open and affectionate as I used to be. Some innocent question from someone and I feel the walls I have created all around me. I just answer in some wishy-washy way, and change the topic. Defenses are so unlike me, I used to consider myself an open book. I just found out I m being ultra careful in letting anyone close, I have this reserve which is rare, but strangely feels like its a part of me. Over the years all of us build defenses, become more careful not to let someone too close. The question remains to be a fort or a glasshouse, sometimes an open book, sometimes a hardcover. To find the right mix for openness and secretiveness seems to an elusive recipe for happiness.
I quit Facebook a month ago. I was so addicted i thought it was impossible for me to stay away from facebook, but i m happy and away from it that my sis was wondering about deleting hers 
What a positive influence i m! Three cheers to all the walls.
Why does it have to feel so fine to be guarded and careful then to be open like you have never been hurt. To laugh with all your heart. To let go all of the past. To forgive others because in that process you will forgive yourself for all your mistakes. Why doesn’t the pain of betrayal ever get washed away? Like changing seasons, why doesn’t innocence return the way spring does?
I m anyway ending this on a positive note with a fwd SMS i had got some days ago “Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down. After all isn’t life about bouncing back …
