It really is, and this time I am not even going to blame anybody here, not me, not people, let us just face some facts. I am not good looking, I don't have money, currently jobless, have no idea what I want to do in life, don't have anybody I can call as family, and going by the sound of whatever I am typing I am pretty sure a couple of you are rolling your eyes and telling me to snap out of this self pity shit. Well, I am trying, I really am, but it is bloody difficult, when you get bricked on your face with the same shit again and again. Not only am I tired of this shit, but also feel like a fucking loser, who dared to think that things would be fucking different this time around. It never is, and I don't think it ever will be.
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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