this was not meant to end on this note

I deserve to make a mess of my life. Trust me, no one can do it better than me. Heavens, you seem to be so hell bent on helping me with this! I mean show some resistance.

There are big-time power struggles happening in my office. It is so funny. Not in a hilarious way. But in a way that makes you want to smirk. Incompetent people and inconsistencies are bound to be figured sooner or later. It is just a matter of holding out till then. That is what i would tell you my friend!

There is no point in having found your life partner if he doesn’t stay with/ around/ near you.

Are these the Declarations of (for?) Independence? They seem to be quite shallow to be so. DI(Declaration of Independence for the dorks) postulates should be lofty ideals talking about how i will revamp my life with a Master’s degree; get a kick-ass job; live in a penthouse by the end of this year; move to the mountains after a couple of years of minting money and own a lake house. Now are they?

I just want to cut the trappings of love that hold me down. I wish i could go back-packing around the country without either of my parents worrying themselves; or my brother wondering perhaps once in a month if i am already dead; or the LOML following me around just incase.

See these are the strappings. The things that tie you down. I mean i love these people. They are the ones that i pray for. But i wish i could be free enough to not give a damn and go about my life, doing silly things every now and then, just because I FELT LIKE IT.