Its hot and sweaty. I have a fan above me and one pedestal fan blowing air all over the room, looking like an agape child left in hinterland, looking all over the place. I feel sick and lonely, and have a tearing headache. Despite of being in a terrible need of both the fans to cool my more than average body surface area, the irritating sound made by the table fan pisses me off and I switch it off. The headache is killing me. I suddenly feel like tearing my hair apart, and for once I decide to follow my heart. After a few seconds of tugging at them (hair), when I finally give up my futile efforts, i see a couple of crushed LGBs (light grey bugs/bastards, your pick) on one arm and a mosquito on the other. God I hate this place!!!
On second thought, I don't.
This place is all that I have achieved so far in my life. There is no other accomplishment in my life except for having cleared that Goddammed exam.
People are hypocrites. I have always been chubby, but while as a kid, I was called cute because of it. now people come up to me with all sorts of tips about losing weight. Damn those Ageists.
Spent the whole evening with a bunch of old friends. Discussed the love story of one of them at length. Watched his Girlfriend's pictures. Saw the gifts she has given to him. I am happy for him. And jealous. And a little deprived. Above all I feel useless. I really believed I could not experience so many emotions at the same time. Guess I was wrong.
And yes, I would like some cheese with that whine.
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