Terrible weekend. First I lose the keys to my apartment and then I have to jump from my neighbors balcony onto mine and then do a brilliant Thomas crown shit. This was on Saturday. On Sunday I forget a whole pack of smokes and a box matches while having coffee, that meant I couldn't have my customary morning smoke and coke, and then I get bullied by my narcissistic room-mates and their girl-friends, and then today morning I get mighty irritated by the jarring stupid ring-tone I have set at high volume and am already at nerves end, and its not even 10 in the morning yet. Focking Orrible....
Its morning again, I can hear the darned birds chirping outside, with my eyes still closed I can hear the ticking sound of the wall clock like the irritating sound of the water faucet dripping. The water faucet never drips in my house, because I don't like it dripping, like the way mom's head was dripping blood, and flooded the floor and spoiled the carpet. I like everything neat and clean. My name is Amul. I believe my father was especially fascinated by the utterly butterly delicious girl. Though I have a liking towards her myself I don't like to acknowledge that to anybody. Though not many people have actually found out about this connection. But am aware of this because my father during one of his happy drunken moods told me about this. And those are rare cases. I know for a fact that even if am genetically part of my father, I will never become like him. I study in the 7 th grade. And I like my school. My favorite subject is math. I don't understand why people...
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