It has been a really crappy week. The kind that finds you wanting to murder someone, or head to the Himalayas and renounce the material life. Or do both.
Most days, I would head to work hoping that no major issues cropped up. And given the fact that I have been keeping seriously unwell for days on end, the energy levels have been at an all-time low. A day has started to qualify as ‘good’ if I merely get through it without hearing from the client or my sales team. And without throwing up.
Had a major argument (if one-sided smsese can qualify as that!) with a short-time friend. And now, I’m one friend short. Such poetry.
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Some friendships deserve a decent burial (refer to last point above). Because the other person was an ok sort. Hence, the epitaph.
Billy Joel(!!!) on my playlist, because you forced me
to listen, despite the roaring of the trains as they sped by
Peter Pan
Wondering, if i were to ask you the meaning of a complicated
word, which would return faster results – you or Google?
A picture from the mall
Your silence as I cried, when everyone tried to comfort me
not knowing I’d rather be left alone
The expression on your face when I got you donuts
The frequent recharges on my prepaid phone
Our white lies
Knowing you’re reading this blog, though you’ll never admit to it
This, and other memories, I will file away in my mental scrapbook.
I hope you have preserved the memory of my last smile.
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