I hate growing up the most.
I came to find out that my stupid parents(whom I love very dearly) are selling our first scooter. I would like to think that that was the first-ever scooter I have ridden, even though I'm not quite sure. It's very lightweight, black in color, and my favorite ever. I begged them not to sell it, but since we got another one a few years earlier, it has been a little difficult for my mom to handle both. I cried a lot when I found out. It used to have our house name written on it in Malayalam, but I think that got scratched off as time passed. My grandfather did that. Even he loved that scooter. We got it in 2010.
I have fallen from it and broken my head; my mom has fallen from it multiple times.
Man, I hate this. Why do they have to sell it?
I would like to name her Joie(joy). You must think that I have gone crazy, alright, naming a scooter and getting so emotional over it.UGHHHHHHH! I'm so mad at my parents right now. I also told my mom not to talk about Joie in front of me, as that might be the start of another bout of tears.
Today is the 16th of July. France got eliminated in the semi-finals. Lol, life is so depressing.
I have come to realize that I never learn. I never learn from my mistakes, as someone should. This is not something I am proud of, mind you. I just feel like saying this cause if someone asks me why, I don't have any valid response to it. This way I can rant, and nobody will ask me anything. This is slowly becoming my diary.
I have also come to realize that nothing will ever, truly, make me happy. I will always be anxious and stressed out about the next thing that's going to happen to me or to the people around me. It's been concluded that this became a part of my life as a result of the unnecessary events that have happened to me. Let's just stop there, as no one will ever believe me if I rant more about these.
I need to stop doing things I will regret. Early mornings make me dog-tired. I hate some things in my life. I hate it so much.
I am nothing without you. Please find me.

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