Day 105







































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Typical.

Hatred, Destructive

I wish I can change few things about my life. Like...

1. I hate her because, just because I dislike her.
2. I don't want to befriend with her because, just because I hate her.
3. I refuse to make peace with her because, just because I used to hate her.
4. I wish things get better sometimes because, just because I deserve to live in peace sometimes.
5. I bet I'm right about everything I think about life because, just because I can never go wrong.
6. I need to win all the time because, just because I can't come out stupid.
7. I need assurance about how clever I am all the time because, just because I can't accept the fact that I am sometimes stupid.

You know things like that.

But I hope I don't have to live that way. Because It annoys me too. Just as much as it annoys you. But somehow somewhat in life I got lucky. Real lucky. I have people I can count on. To make me sound clever. To make me look like a genius. To support everything I do. To live up to my expectations. To bear with my ego. To deal with my whole uncertainties in life. To basically, let me be me even though they're fed up sometimes. I bet.


I hope I don't annoy you much, my love. Because, just because I love you dearly that I hope no one else will ever get to love you. Because, just because I'm afraid that someone will love you more than I do. (get what I meant by unbeatable?) I am like that, I can't let anyone win. Never.

*no such thing as bad attitude. winks!

Departing

Remember how the saying goes, "life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend." 
Well, true. High school was hell without all these people I could count on. It was a tough five year journey, you bet. And then I met this bitch. And I'm still so glad to be calling her bitch, even after all these years. Favourite bitch. Yes. The one whose presence at school everyday was, well, a joy to everyone. To me at least. After all this while, she's still my favourite gossip partner. One I can rely on to be talking shits and craps about just everybody! I tell you, we hate the same people. 

Well today I met her for one last time after a year. Still looking so young. I doubt she's gonna ever make it in India with that size.



God time flies so fast! I'm still trying extra hard here to gasp for some air and all these people I know are flying off already. Growing up together, chasing ridiculous things in high school and then regretting it, going off to college and nailed college life. How much more could I ask for. Hope you guys will do well out there. I can always hope never to receive ridiculous videos taken from an auto rickshaw by her.

*Man these times are hard I swear. A sudden gush of sadness is never cool.


Reckless Love

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. " - Neil Gaiman, The Sandman


Well I don't know. Maybe it's just me. Maybe, oh well that's the thing about feelings. Indescribable. 


*I'm taking longer than usual to write down my thoughts, this is all I ended up writing. Oh well.

In Control

Do I have to tell how controlling I can be at times?

To fulfil my OCD needs, I am a control freak.

I'll squeak if my room is messy. I'll wipe the whole table if someone drops their food on it. I'll burn the scented candle for one whole day if my room smells fishy. I'll colour-code my clothes if they're practically out of tune. I'll shower again if I come back from some food-smell restaurants even if I just took a shower a while before. I'll make my girl shower if she smells like food. I'll wash my hair over and over again if they don't smell like shampoo, explaining why I sometimes spend 57 minutes in the shower. I'll force my girl to make my bed 1 minute before bedtime, just to be ruined by me soon after. 

Worse, I'll make sure everything stays in the original position, forever. This, I make everyone do. I swear.

Basically, I dictate how everything and anything around me should be done, in my correct order.


*well.