I don't think I handle rejection very well.

And even without that, I am horribly depressed, which should not be the case at all because if nothing, this weekend has been full of LOVE. It is Sweet for you all to do things for me, like buy me kinky lingerie and the little muffin and the cake with pretty marzipan hearts and the (ugly) scarf which I will never ever wear again, mainly because the thread is coming out already. And the messages from people in class, which are signs of Blossoming Friendship.

Still.

I think two weeks of excitement is about enough, and despite the fun of lectures, running four continuous rounds around the track, feeling emotionally superior because I am so not in love with anyone, enough is enough and really, I miss my friends. My future is bleak because I must be emotionally handicapped or something, considering the way I fail to warm up to new people. And really, I need someone to cry to, since I have never properly cried to anyone before, with the possible exception of Meow Meow, who doesn't count. We must go out someday. Or loiter in school till night, hide in some dark corner, and CRY.

And because everyone thinks I'm Horrible and Mean, which I am, but it is still rather upsetting, and because I enjoy Saying What I Really Think occasionally, I will say that I love all my friends and nobody will ever replace any of you. So, LOVE, really.

Because I am incapable of handling my own emotions, I will blame it on the Indian local author who wrote Love Letter and said OH HOW LONELY YOU MUST BE IF YOU ARE SURROUNDED BY THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE AND STILL FEEL LONELY.

I can see no light at the end of the tunnel, Mr Gopal Baratham, because of you.