Happy Diwali. I don’t celebrate it, but it’s a holiday so.. another day of lying in bed soaking up the view of my ceiling fan. Not that it makes any diff, the holiday, I’m on sick leave til Thursday anyway.
There’s no peace around here though. Came my mother who told me to get up. Why? I’m not sure. She didn’t say! Well, let’s give her credit. My cousin’s here, for a reason I cannot remember, really, so I’m to get up. Yes, whatever.
Fuck everything. I’m in one of my moods to be pissed without concrete evidence. Point it to PMS, whatever, AS ANY ONE OF YOU WISH PLEASE, because I can do what I wish too.
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Has anyone considered that perhaps I’m not mentally well either? Just because I won’t admit it doesn’t mean that everything is fine and dandy okay! I have been ill for the past week, I still smile and laugh, despite what kind of stupid pain from bad bowel movements and NOBODY TAKES ME SERIOUSLY.
I’m a different kind of drama queen perhaps. Not the kind to curl into a ball in pain. Embrace science, they invented painkillers, which work. So take that shit and move on with life please.
Whatever.
Right now, I’m not able to eat anything, and that’s making me downright sad. Sad to the core of the earth. But can anybody tell? Noooooooooo.
Sure, will get out of bed now. Take a shower. Smile. Go on with my sister’s engagement preps. Maybe look like I ate something. No srsly who the fuck is going to care if a fat girl doesn’t it, it is not of concern, I have fat reserved probably to last me months if I were trapped on a deserted island.
Happy holidays.
Don’t talk to me.
Don’t ask me what’s wrong.
Because nothing’s wrong.
And it’s too late to ask anyway.
Manipulating the world, one day at a time.
