Life has been a real bitch.And Runaway Bride has lost it all.Her life sucks and it sucks real bad. A new loser comes, every now and then,to take a look at yours truly. Same old story, every damn weekend. Am I fed up, or what? No, it is just the beginning sweetheart, you have a long way to go...:@
Can't find peace at home, or anywhere else.Where ever I go, those profiles follow.And some of the losers have enough courage to hunt me down at Facebook and send me their friend requests full of shit.Runaway Bride has lost all hope that there is a Mr Right for her.All she finds are strangers who are so strange that she thinks they have landed from some other planet.There are a few incidents which need to be mentioned here, but some other time. I just want to rant today. No stories, just plain old cribbing for now.
It is a strange feeling when anyone and everyone around you is getting married.And it gets even worse when 'anyone and everyone' incudes ALL of your best buddies.You fear a void, a strange kind of emptiness that would suddenly envelope you from all sides.One fine Sturday morning, you get up and realise that there is no one who can make you feel better, no one to go shopping with, no one to catch a movie with, no one for the silly girl talk, no one for having a cup of coffee or lunch with,no one to help you with things...Suddenly, you feel so lonely in your own city.You don't have anyone for company, and weekend starts to suck.
And with a big bang, you realise that you are still single.And lonely.A bit too lonely.And not even shopping can take your mind of that deadly realisation.In a flash, the world around you changes.Everything is getting worse.You meet random guys because your parents are after your life.And they put you off.With a realisation of being the lonely soul that you are,on one hand , to meeting those guys( who you don't wanna meet coz they don't fit into your damn criterion), you keep on thinking what is going wrong with you...What is the bigger mess which you must clear first.And then it is a vicious circle of mess and only mess around.
Runaway Bride cried like anything today.And yesterday.And day before.She was sad.She still is.She has forgotten how to be happy.The smile she has to pose sometimes, is a fake one.
