I would write something nice..but I'm tired..physically,mentally..i have no idea why,but coming back to India this time seems like the saddest thing ever..I mean,i used to be like whatever each time i came back.But sadly,if i could,i would have cried a river by now..
Everything saddens me..i have no idea if I'm homesick,or just being weird....a lot happened..so i guess i miss all those things i guess.i try not to think about people from back home..but i fail every time..i hate coming back to this empty house...but life goes on i guess..my flight was canceled on friday.so i had to stay till sunday..not like i was sad or anything..i was ecstatic to say the least..i went to an island with azizi and his gf..it was hot.i spent 85% of the time hiding under the shade like a wild Ferrel child..i had no extra clothes and couldn't resist the water.so i borrowed pants of azizi.and went swimming..it was cool..i realize i swim like a drowning gnu.water splashing everywhere,and not at all graceful..sigh.have to work on that..
then Sunday came,and realization struck.and the mood rapidly turned sombre..on the flight,an old lady kept staring at me,she was sitting on the opposite isle..i was cursing her with my mind..i hate people staring.And this cow wouldn't stop doing so.but then my rage quickly dissipated when she fell flat down when coming out of the bathroom.poor thing.she literally collapsed..i thought she blacked out or worse,had a heart attack or something..It was a shocking site though..but luckily she was fine,she was a bit shaken up.nothing much.that's why i think Saree's are a stupid attire..you could hurt yourself wearing those things.she tripped on hers.that's what I'm guessin..or she was still busily staring that she didn't notice a freaking wall in front of her..meh.but i felt bad for scolding her with my mind though..sigh..then as we neared india,i quickly realized i didn't miss a thing about india.and was quickly re introduced to the bad habit of most Indians( Indians from India i mean)..the ability to break down and trample your personal space,while pissing on it..
This one man,sat beside me because the seat was empty..he just wanted to stretch his legs at first..then decided he loved the seat to much,and decided to grow roots there..and as i was sitting by the window,i could literally feel the tip of his nose grazing my cheek as he leaned forwards to look out the window.man i hated him with a passion..why the trouble of having to lean so much.he should have just unbuckled his seat belt and sat on my lap instead if that could have made his flying experience more joyous..the retard..so yeah,I'm back.it feels like an oven here in India.hot as hell..but what am i to do.i am back.and sad..i wish i could take the next flight out of here..bye..
Everything saddens me..i have no idea if I'm homesick,or just being weird....a lot happened..so i guess i miss all those things i guess.i try not to think about people from back home..but i fail every time..i hate coming back to this empty house...but life goes on i guess..my flight was canceled on friday.so i had to stay till sunday..not like i was sad or anything..i was ecstatic to say the least..i went to an island with azizi and his gf..it was hot.i spent 85% of the time hiding under the shade like a wild Ferrel child..i had no extra clothes and couldn't resist the water.so i borrowed pants of azizi.and went swimming..it was cool..i realize i swim like a drowning gnu.water splashing everywhere,and not at all graceful..sigh.have to work on that..
then Sunday came,and realization struck.and the mood rapidly turned sombre..on the flight,an old lady kept staring at me,she was sitting on the opposite isle..i was cursing her with my mind..i hate people staring.And this cow wouldn't stop doing so.but then my rage quickly dissipated when she fell flat down when coming out of the bathroom.poor thing.she literally collapsed..i thought she blacked out or worse,had a heart attack or something..It was a shocking site though..but luckily she was fine,she was a bit shaken up.nothing much.that's why i think Saree's are a stupid attire..you could hurt yourself wearing those things.she tripped on hers.that's what I'm guessin..or she was still busily staring that she didn't notice a freaking wall in front of her..meh.but i felt bad for scolding her with my mind though..sigh..then as we neared india,i quickly realized i didn't miss a thing about india.and was quickly re introduced to the bad habit of most Indians( Indians from India i mean)..the ability to break down and trample your personal space,while pissing on it..
This one man,sat beside me because the seat was empty..he just wanted to stretch his legs at first..then decided he loved the seat to much,and decided to grow roots there..and as i was sitting by the window,i could literally feel the tip of his nose grazing my cheek as he leaned forwards to look out the window.man i hated him with a passion..why the trouble of having to lean so much.he should have just unbuckled his seat belt and sat on my lap instead if that could have made his flying experience more joyous..the retard..so yeah,I'm back.it feels like an oven here in India.hot as hell..but what am i to do.i am back.and sad..i wish i could take the next flight out of here..bye..
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