happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

family are a funny bunch, you live with them for years and years and yet somehow they can seem alien at times. you don't know them and they don't know you.
it's always the same with relationships as well. you can watch a couple for as long as you like, but you can never possibly understand the inner workings of the thing they call love unless you are in it yourself and then when you are in your own little family unit all you can do is see out at how much happier everyone else seems. the grass is always greener. to appreciate what we have at any given moment is history; it doesn't go with our lifestyles. soul searching has become our middle name. what a contradiction in terms! this blog is just another extension of our confession obsessed lives. and i love it. am immersed in it. and am suffocating in it.