So here I am, jotting down in tecnical terms excerpts from my life in recent times.
I am living a contemporary life with all the ingredients in place. So fucking fulfilling that I have lost the count of the fucking times I have made mistakes in past. But with a vow to not repeat them. The most bizzare moment came when one fine morning I started coughing blood. It fucking freaked me and all the possible causes started ringing. But then it suddenly stopped as it started, hence no need to pay the fucking bill at some fucking hospital. I am frustrated by the system we live by. I am not saying'living in' - :Point noted:
And on the top of it I am frust with the fucking job I have. I had some very superior sense of belongingness but then I just snapped out from the dream-life I was sleeping into. The sense is gone and now its just another part of my daily routine. just like you brush your teeth and unload the shit.
