Honest

I love how millions of people flood their blogs with their genuine, raw thoughts.

I recently slipped into my prior state once again. Apparently it seems I'll be languishing in it for a longer time to come. Why do I end up so miserable here? In addition to my cousin, as a housemate who wouldn't even wash my one dirty plate along with the kitchen crockery that he uses, he just washes his stuff and leaves that one plate alone, just because I used that fucking plate and not him. Since when did things become so segregated? My fucking plate is your fucking plate.

I'm doing beer bottles one after the other, with my head spinning, I thought I was supposed to feel nothing. Even if I do, I wasn't supposed to give a fuck. But why do I still care, if not more than ever why I feel so insignificant?

Why am I subjected to being this way? Dont I deserve to feel like everybody else? Not crawling around this shithole I'm in, waiting for a fucking change that doesn't seem to be coming.

Stop neglecting my existence. I deserve a place in your life as much as everyone else. Unless I'm that one entity that you loathe, then tell me you loathe me and lets be done with it. This goes out to everyone.

Haha, is it me or do I sound pathetic? So uninspired. So low. I'm not here for your sympathy though. So you can keep that. I'm trying to be fucking honest behind that facade.

Oh change, where the fuck are you???

Oh god, I've had one too much to drink.

Jinn