This feeling can not be titled in just a word
The Happy things , The Sad things , The Love feeling , The Hate feeling , The good days , The Bad days and all the things which my heart is holding and waiting to boom it out to some one. But to whom hahahahaha may be no one who would listen me and the mess I am going through .Its better to write on a piece of paper and the best thing about writing is that no one neither my pen nor my book is going to judge me . Writing just makes me put my soul out on a piece of paper where my heart melts. writing feels more better than to share with someone who just may listen and forget. But the dairy it keeps all in it.