I feel like a rotten kid who is facing community boycott. Never been more depressed on the eve of my birthday than this day. No actually I cant compare cause my birthday always depresses me. And with each passing year there are more reasons to it. It wouldn’t be incorrect to say that I haven’t gone from bad to worse over the years when it comes to curtailing expectations. Only this time I am going to fake it all the more and control my urges to fight with people who wish me. A little pandit told me about sometime back that 33 is going to be a good no for me. If saat khoon were maaf for me then that bugger would definitely figure on that list. Have deleted all the traces of the day, bad luck shown on my parents from fb, still I know that it would be a relay race tomorrow. Thanks to my dear friends (I mean it) who I in my good times have seen the better of me, have started wishing me already. For the fear of world coming to an end tomorrow. A friend of mine or should I say an ex-friend of mine had her status tag that he/she is fluent in languages like sarcasm and profanity. I so wanted to tell him/her honey it backfires majorly at time, but I am sure he/she is sensible enough not to be loud mouth and not to use on anybody or everybody. If revenge was my strong point, I would definitely made some people have the taste of their own medicine. Since even blogging is not helping this time. But I am just another looser who can do nothing but sulk and make my blog cry hoarse. I need a therapist for sure. Who atleast would listen to me.
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