Post Fucking Graduation

Wednesday, August 08, 2012

How upset could you be with life, people and some such?

Answer- So much that you've played Here Comes the Sun on loop for a little over than an hour and a half

Last when I felt like this, I'd just been handed over my pre-board result in tenth grade, where I had flunked in two subjects out of five. Or, when I went to college for the first time and met snooty bitches. Combine all that, throw me back in my school, tenth-eleventh grade and that's what I feel each day. Post graduation is a prick. I don't believe I cried and whined to get into This crap (and I highlight This in uppercase). It is The most stifling place I've been to, by far, in last twenty years. By stifling I mean, the people remind me of my classmates dated back from puberty stricken years spent in the convent. Here, you've the guys and the girls behaving in exactly the same way.

Shoot me, in the head, if I ever write back here about how I love them. I would be a changed person. That is the only way we can ever be on the same page.

And, that was the crisp update.

Because I don't have time to write 1k words and writing a daily diary entry is a suggestion the lecturer teaching us Radio has given.

Aadab, mai Snobster.

Little darling, it seems like ice is slowly melting.

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