I can't focus. Anymore.
Frankly I haven't been able to focus since third year of college. But, shh, don't tell anyone. It's probably detrimental to my prospects.
I don't see the point of these massive competitions. I mean, yes, I see the point but it doesn't really count for much. As it is, cricket it incredibly boring, as much as baseball, or rugby, or - dare I say it? - football of both the American and global varieties.
Passive-aggressiveness is a deliciously and uniquely human trait, and it is fucking infuriating. Doesn't help that I managed to learn it too as a defense mechanism and it sure as hell won't be going away while I'm still in India. Fucking country of hypocrites.
American media, Indian media has stolen your formula. I hope you're proud of yourself (of course you are).
I should probably see a counselor. But am I going to pay for one? Fuck no. What, am I made of money? While we're at it: I hate money. If I didn't need it to survive I can't even fathom how much happier I'd be.
And you, dear reader, will come to me with your nice words and possibly upbeat attitude, and attempt to cheer me up by pointing how how much worse things could be.
News flash: I have lived a large fraction of my waking life considering how my life could have been different, in both positive and negative ways. Your words do not help, as much as I would love them to.
Frankly I haven't been able to focus since third year of college. But, shh, don't tell anyone. It's probably detrimental to my prospects.
I don't see the point of these massive competitions. I mean, yes, I see the point but it doesn't really count for much. As it is, cricket it incredibly boring, as much as baseball, or rugby, or - dare I say it? - football of both the American and global varieties.
Passive-aggressiveness is a deliciously and uniquely human trait, and it is fucking infuriating. Doesn't help that I managed to learn it too as a defense mechanism and it sure as hell won't be going away while I'm still in India. Fucking country of hypocrites.
American media, Indian media has stolen your formula. I hope you're proud of yourself (of course you are).
I should probably see a counselor. But am I going to pay for one? Fuck no. What, am I made of money? While we're at it: I hate money. If I didn't need it to survive I can't even fathom how much happier I'd be.
And you, dear reader, will come to me with your nice words and possibly upbeat attitude, and attempt to cheer me up by pointing how how much worse things could be.
News flash: I have lived a large fraction of my waking life considering how my life could have been different, in both positive and negative ways. Your words do not help, as much as I would love them to.
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