Blah. Depression and bad moods are contagious. And the contagious kinds are also hard to cure. You just catch them right back on.
Everything is shitty.
Goa was a disappointment. The prime candidate for my happy place didn't make me happy at all. On the contrary, I felt home-sick, for the most idiotic reason imaginable. I spent more time in my five-star bathroom than on the beach and even the sea-food wasn't all that exciting. It's not the place's fault as much as that of the fact that I went with my parents. For them rotting in the Hotel room is relaxation.
I heard my parents raving about my Vanilla Muffins while I was supposed to be fast asleep. That made me feel good :) I might not be a talentless pile of rat-droppings after all!
Maybe I'll go get drunk on Cashew Fenny which incidentally has 40-50% alcohol. Woo. Hoo.
P.S. Guys from school seem to find me entertaining. The midnight calls and sick messages never seem to cease.
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