Agreeing to Disagree

It’s my birthday. I hate my birthday. Something horrible is going to happen.

So .. I’m in Delhi now. Been here for two months actually, and I was so shocked that there was no mention of that on my blog. 

Its probably because I’ve been a terrible blogger since I got here (mostly cause of ridiculously slow internet) but if I’m being honest, also cause I’ve just been having a horrible time and thats like super uninspired me.

People here.. are weird. There’s no one who’ll be straight to your face. Yes yes Delhi’s all about the politics, but every fucking teenager does not have to be a diplomat! I’m so exhausted with being nice to people when I just want to rip their heads off ..

Yknow Delhis actually not that bad. Its just everytime I get really happy, something goes wrong. And I go straight down to rock bottom (this im going to blame on my raging hormones, its been 2 months and counting since I last got laid).

Also, its like a miracle finding a parlour that does brazillians here! WTF ?

The only reason I’m even blogging today, is because I broke up with my on-off boyfriend of two years like 4 days ago.. ever since then its been constant lying in bed crying my head off, or fighting with any and all the ‘friends’ I have here. I just want to turn the waterworks off already but I’m like a pregnant woman. So I’m hoping this will help. I’m pretty much terrified of going to college tomorrow and facing all the people I faught with :/

So to sum it up, Delhis awesome, people are not. Long distance sucks, don’t listen to those idiots with 5 year success storys. And girls do get sexually frustrated. I swear. 

Also, I feel kind of awesome about this. I got drunk, sat on top of a taxi like in Love Aaj Kal, and fell off. The rushing to hospital and million bruises and all arn’t cool, but I love saying “I fell off a taxi”.

Miss you smith. Miss what we used to have..