I'm tired. So tired of unfamiliar faces coming up to me asking what's wrong...Asking if I'm okay..Wearing an all concerned look on their faces..Well its so clear that they're doing it not because they sincerely care..But rather because its the right thing to do and they have a conscience. That they can't leave all poor pathetic me alone in a corner without doing a damn thing. I feel like some alien..Or some new species where people keep staring at me and somehow seem intrigued.
Why can't people treat me like nothings ever happened. I've grown sick of talking about it and the more people probe, it reasserts the fact that there's something wrong with me. That's the last thing I need. I need...To think I am okay.
On a much lighter note, Sanjeev Menon has entered the record books. It took 30 of us and a few casualties along the way to see the big guy in his undies. Amazing.
