Dear diary, I am completely wasted; I can’t even differentiate between my right and my left hand. I am sorry, I know I promised you that I’ll quit drinking and smoking but then again I know you are the only one who understands how hard it is. You know it all starts with a party but in the end all that’s left are rolling bottles, me and you.
My lovely diary you are the best listener in this whole wide world, you know me the best. Once I heard somewhere that ‘opinions are like assholes, everyone has one’. But you my friend just listen to me, you give me space to think and wait for me no matter how much time I need. You are patient and selfless. But the only problem is that you are boring, you have no stories, no jokes and with my hand writing you are not that beautiful either.
The world around us is changing darling; there is news and network all around. People fought against domination and now they are fighting against corruption; well, in short they are still fighting. But between me and you, neither I have enough strength and sense to stand-up on my own right now nor do you have enough pages left. You see diary now-a-days everyone knows everyone yet here we are still trying to figure out each other, still trying to figure out our own-selves. You know honey what I miss the most…the simplicity. For 17-18 years since I was born, I was high without any drug. I miss that high the most.
Anyways, do you remember all those happy and lovely chapters I shared with you when I fell on love? And the sad ones when I fell in love again? I know you must be missing them, I know you must be missing me. I do too, I miss you too. But if you’ll ask me where am I these days I won’t be able to tell you or if you’ll ask me what happened I would only be able to put up a lame excuse. Honey, you have to understand that I have reached a point in life where ‘practicality’ is becoming an unavoidable way of thinking and adventures are imprisoned in the weekends only. Let’s not waste this little time that we have got in fighting and giving explanations to each other. And even though it’s a well-established fact that life is bitch, let’s just agree and be thankful that the bitch tries to remain at its best behavior. You see, my dear diary, it could be a lot worst.
