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Memoir of the Loser - Day 889
Memoir of the Loser - Day 889
Yo. Another day passed. That asshole still hasn't returned. Apparently, the weather conditions are bad there... I can't even trust what these people are saying. I am pretty sure that they are lying. Because I checked on google and everything is fine. Yeah, they can make me do what I hate but I am cursing them every second.
I hate every single person in this family. Every time, I try to forget and move on but I can't anymore. I fucking hate these people. It was my best friend's birthday and I woke up before midnight...but then i fell asleep again. Thankfully, I missed by only few minutes. I wished him. He saw my message but he hasn't replied.
Yep, my life is completely trash. Just when things seem to get better... Something happens that ruins everything. Anyway, i did create a new blog... Nothing unique or rare. Also, junk food I ate last night caused a lot of problems for me today. I had to wake up early today and it will be same tomorrow. Last night, it was very hot and I couldn't sleep. I had to go to my sister's room.
My mom's tooth broke and I couldn't care less. She is my mom... Someone who is supposed to love me unconditionally. But guess what. She is just like others. I guess Chris Rock was right. Men are never loved unconditionally. I also watched couple of podcasts to pass time.
Also, there was a function in my neighbourhood and I don't even know why it happened, lol. I met one of my dad's acquaintances and once again, he also praised him. I have never met a person who has something bad to say about my dad. I miss him. This family is the reason why he isn't here.
Anyway, I ranted for too long today... Festivals have started but happiness is still missing from my life. I didn't fast today. One of my bastard uncle's friends told me something interesting about him. Once again, fuck this family. See ya;)
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