  There are these things about me, which are so much a part of me and have remained that way even after years of my denying them or trying to do away with them. During the long personal talks that I usually engage my friends in, I mention, "You know, I used to be the kind of person who...", and deep within I hate myself for lying, because I know, I still am that kind of person. I outwit my concience. Brilliantly accept and reject myself simultaneously. I used to be that way till yesterday or till 5 minutes ago, but now I have changed, I am not going to repeat that pattern again. A promise that can be shattered a million times, and still not be declared broken. 
