23:33IST
The Parents' Room, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India
Up. Gym. The cute turbonator kept passing smiles. Pretty sure he's looking for a fuck. Not interested. The hair scares me. The hot one was glued to the phone throughout my chest ripping session. He's getting his fuck from that. Pah. Walked home. The air is getting drier and drier as the days roll by. My toes, the soles of my feet, the palm of my hands, my face - all feel parched and raspy and itchy and dry. Not to mention the weird smell of dusty surfaces in the house. And the heat. I'm beginning to despise things.
Thought - coming to terms with being alone. The man I love, even if he could love me back, cannot make me feel any less alone than I already do. If I were to be a victim of molestation and rape on a random night on a random street in Delhi (a thing likely to happen), there is not a single number on my phone that I could call. Names would cross the mind ofcourse, but no number will be punched. Its my problem. I gotta use all my instincts and skills to get over it. But if I survive the event and find someone to talk to about it, freely unhibited talk - I'd feel happie.
Morbid.
Speaking of which, saw In The Loop for the squillionth time. I am in love with Tucker. He makes up for all my lack-of-sex frustration :D
The Parents' Room, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India
Up. Gym. The cute turbonator kept passing smiles. Pretty sure he's looking for a fuck. Not interested. The hair scares me. The hot one was glued to the phone throughout my chest ripping session. He's getting his fuck from that. Pah. Walked home. The air is getting drier and drier as the days roll by. My toes, the soles of my feet, the palm of my hands, my face - all feel parched and raspy and itchy and dry. Not to mention the weird smell of dusty surfaces in the house. And the heat. I'm beginning to despise things.
Thought - coming to terms with being alone. The man I love, even if he could love me back, cannot make me feel any less alone than I already do. If I were to be a victim of molestation and rape on a random night on a random street in Delhi (a thing likely to happen), there is not a single number on my phone that I could call. Names would cross the mind ofcourse, but no number will be punched. Its my problem. I gotta use all my instincts and skills to get over it. But if I survive the event and find someone to talk to about it, freely unhibited talk - I'd feel happie.
Morbid.
Speaking of which, saw In The Loop for the squillionth time. I am in love with Tucker. He makes up for all my lack-of-sex frustration :D
