and you thought only 21 guns were of significance!
bloody 21 days week! yes! you read it right! i lived a 21 days week!
and it was shitness..
every single day, waking up to a weird dream which graduated to a nightmare from day no. 7 and persisted till the end.
every night being dog tired and yet not being able to sleep when it was most desired.
nightmares of the order of floating agenda items which was almost like reliving my exam days of student life.
being wide-eyed at 0400 and similar unearthly hours for no reason and feeling as if i wasn't even being sleeping.
losing my cool and taking it all out on the nicest person ever and then feeling horrible and terrible about it and feeling so positively helpless for not being able to do anything about it.
even the clothes don't fit.
and the weather playing the tyrant. damn you dust.
and also, being sick simply doesnt help.
and 21 days later, a couple pounds lighter, a few shades paler, some few mmHg lower and few cms lesser,
i live to breathe another day.
p.s. i'm positively petrified/ terrified/ horrified/ shit-scared of needles howsoever small/ narrow/ sharp/ it-wont-even-feel-like-a-prick variant that there may be.period.
p.p.s waking up to you is the best start ever! *loves*
bloody 21 days week! yes! you read it right! i lived a 21 days week!
and it was shitness..
every single day, waking up to a weird dream which graduated to a nightmare from day no. 7 and persisted till the end.
every night being dog tired and yet not being able to sleep when it was most desired.
nightmares of the order of floating agenda items which was almost like reliving my exam days of student life.
being wide-eyed at 0400 and similar unearthly hours for no reason and feeling as if i wasn't even being sleeping.
losing my cool and taking it all out on the nicest person ever and then feeling horrible and terrible about it and feeling so positively helpless for not being able to do anything about it.
even the clothes don't fit.
and the weather playing the tyrant. damn you dust.
and also, being sick simply doesnt help.
and 21 days later, a couple pounds lighter, a few shades paler, some few mmHg lower and few cms lesser,
i live to breathe another day.
p.s. i'm positively petrified/ terrified/ horrified/ shit-scared of needles howsoever small/ narrow/ sharp/ it-wont-even-feel-like-a-prick variant that there may be.period.
p.p.s waking up to you is the best start ever! *loves*
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