I’m crying
Literally, sitting in a room full of people who have their lives sorted studying for the test we all have tomorrrow. I’m crying.
Also dying, atleast that’s what I’ve been telling myself. If not physically, the constant thinking will end up killing me. But I can’t even let the most important person in my life know. I tried to brush it off when I could hear the sadness in her voice.
Also lamenting, for the first time in my new life (new life here referring to the day I decided I would never regret anything) Too many things that I haven’t yet achieved. Fuck achieved, I’m not out of my fucking teens yet.
Also typing, the cryings stopped now. Occupy the mind, it delays almost all problems.
Also missing, missing the feeling of taking a full breath without having to die each time for it. It’s funny how many things we take for granted.
Let’s hope my sinus bradycardia isn’t what my doctors take for granted.
xD
I’m funny, even for someone not dying.
Hey, better not judge these jokes okay, I usually got better ones. Not really. Atleast that’s what TDC tells me. (TDC here refers to typical Delhi Chutiya, to those of you who don’t know what a chutiya means : https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=chutiya )
Okay, thanks for the distraction people. One advice : Don’t do drugs, atleast if you don’t know how to. xD
