"It's not what you think it is."

This is totally a rant post so readers, you can surely go ahead and avoid it but if you happen to read it, I apologize you already. Have fun, maybe.

This is of that point of time when I totally literally give up. Of my life. Of me. Of my relationship. Everything. It's just a phase (maybe) which hits me hard enough to leave a mark, better much, scar to give a glimpse of it when I recall it. My whole beautiful life turns out to be a bigger disaster than the whole movie 2012 together. Yeah, you feel sorry, right? You should be. I need that. Atleast from someone. My imaginary friend too has left me all alone this time, not that it was even a sprinkle of help but still. Atleast, it was there. Sigh. Boyfriend's off sailing, my health is fucked up, my family sucks the hell out of me and my finally existing job starts to become non-existent. Somehow. It's too common, I know. But it sure as hell doesn't make anything easier. Just that I feel sorry for me and everybody in this. The worst part is I don't even have an idea how to deal with it. LOL. Turns out I'm a beginner at it. And beginners tend to have their luck, I've heard. Although I'm not sure about mine.