There are people who call you to drink and hang out and there are people who call you to drink and hang out.
Four people.
They don’t call me.
But, they call me, they ask me to come to a certain place and that’s it. There’s no arguing, there’s no saying “no I can’t come”. I just have to be there.
That’s about it.
Mayur, Anoop, Rahul and Karan.
I love you guys.
The more I try to find love, the more I realise how much of a loser I am.
Me pushing away good people who genuinely loved me. LOSER.
Me not listening to people who loved me. LOSER.
Me being an asshole to people who actually cared about me. LOSER.
I don’t think I’m ever going to find love.
I don’t think I’m ever going to find that person who’s the one.
Why?
Because I’m a loser.
Who would want to love a loser like me?
Who would want to fall in love with a loser like me?
I pity the one who loves me because I’m the biggest loser of them all.
