As usual, every occasion, be it small or big, is tinted bittersweet. Instead of a silver lining to a every cloud, life always paints my silver clouds grey. And no, it isn't a self-fulfilling prophecy. No matter the fact that I have forgone such pessimistic thoughts for a while in the midst of a chaotic semester, the little phenomenon still tags along after me.
And yes, it's a hypothesis that's derived from previous observation.
Perhaps it isn't always the fault of a life with a warped sense of humour, but also the fault of idiots that surround me. My own parents, when not in the same building still find a way to irritate each other to the point of arguing. And idiot that I am, I allow these little things to grate against my nerves and scratch wounds into my composure. Ah, the life of a discipline-less city dweller.
On a positive note: My holidays just started, so Charles, drop me a line when you're free.
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