Thursday, March 29, 2007

I never thought I’d say this, but am tired of talking. I don’t want to talk about clothes, or my hair or my skin or about how other “badly other people seem to write”. Am sorry but I don’t give damn. Am tired of not seeing movies because I know no-one I can watch it with. And am tired of considering watching movies alone( i havent actually been driven to actually do that yet), or worse having to watch it with parents. I want my life back. I want college back.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Was going through my diary today. It’s been long since I’ve actually headed in the general direction of my study table. So hadn’t done the what-did-I-do-this-day-of-the-week-thing. Besides discovering that I haven’t written in that diary for 3 months and ten days I discovered another pertinent fact. That the only times when I’m readable is when I'm either very angry, or very depressed or very very infatuated. Now isn’t that strange? The normal me bores me. Hah, even I don’t find myself interesting. May be am not so vain after all. Or am just very very boring. Sigh. All an effect of the blahs, this.

Friday, March 23, 2007

I have the blahs. Not the blues, although there is that too, just the blahs. I feel stuck and nothing seems to be helping. Not pep talks, not the company, not books, not music, not sugar loaded cookies. Sigh. Not even whining and sighing. Blah…

Wednesday, March 21, 2007