The day before yesterday I wanted to die. Yeah thats right! This post would not have been posted.
So what happened? I was chating about it with some one and the more I talked of it, the more I was afraid of it. Finally my courage failed me. So Can I call it lucky? no, absolutely not.
This is what actually happened. THe night before, I had rather bad dreams, And I woke up with really bad head ache. I lay there in bed all day with it. By evening, My posn got worse and I had vomiting. Felt like I was in hell. It was as if my head had turned into lead, I can't think anything. That coupled with my latest disappointments lead me to think that I should quit. But some where deep within my reason kicked into my mind the doubt weather It's really what I want or weather it is momentary desperation. So I thought I should see how long I could stand it. Thats how I ended up chatting about it.
It feels rather silly now. But I don't even want to dream about that day. I couldn't even talk about it to any one over here because I'm afraid if my dad gets to know about this, he will be all upset and worried.
There is another angle for the whole thing. I can't stop thinking about this. Those who would have discouraged me then, would now say that I faked it for sympathy. Can't no one ever think simple and act simple? Why do people always screw up things with ridiculous ideas and customs? I can never understand