Nor poetry.
What I'm really in the mood for today, rather tonight, is sulking.
Which I've done for a full twelve and half hours now.
Sulked because she snapped.
Sulked because he didn't call.
Sulked because badminton didn't happen.
And finally, sulked because I had to accompany Maa to the hospital to see an absolute random relation.
And now I can't sulk anymore.
And I'm letting go.
Which pretty much sums up 19.
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