Nikalna khuld se aadam ka sun te aaye the lekin
bade be-aabroo ho kar, tere kooche se hum nikle

-Ghalib.

I can tell the Fuuuuuuuutureeee. And it ain't prehtty...

(i dont wanna break ur heart)

So.
Picture this:
you're mysteriously zapped into a love story. The main female character, (let's call her Juliet how excitingly original oh my), who has psycho psychic abilities and she tells you she already knows her tragic ending: the lovers are going to fall apart eventually.
What do u do?

1. Eat a cookie.
2. Tell Romeo to stop because the ending is not gonna work out.
3. Tell Juliet to tell Romeo to stop because the ending is not going to work out.
4. Tell Juliet to stop being a drama queen and have some faith.
5. Eat another cookie.
6. Seduce Romeo by dancing the nude macarena.
7. Eat a grape. Scratch an ear.
8. Book appointments with a Psychologist in how-to-deal-with-breakups.
9. Complain that there's no more cookies. Rant. Ramble. Clutch your cheeks and tear your hair out.
10. Slap me. (no, not eat me.)

I think i'm going to do 1, 5,7, and 10-times-three. In that order.

I really have no faith. Honestly.
The What-ifs are so consuming they shatter all the oh-my's and I-like's!

It's more like an unending mind vomit of oh-shit's.

You'reNot what I wanted and notwhat i wanted and notwhatiWanted...when reality peeks through.
when i think straight.
when i'm out of cookies and hence, there's no blinding emo.

Then I eat another Cookie.

Haey.

Must.Study.Psychology.
gr.
more crap later as i scoop it out of the shitty wasteland that is my daily life.
('cuz laxatives are the way to go babayyyyy)

ew.

<3
-eeda

ps. the above questionnaire was serious. answers required.