Give up. Nothing’s going to work out. By now my head was hurting with all the yelling and screaming I had done. Anger got the worst out of me especially the last minute choke-my-throat-for-breath moments. “You’re coming tonight right?” “What? Where? Why” He asked as if I was kidnapping him and asked him for his own ransom money. “My place. Its 31st if I may remind you” “You never confirmed anything. I can’t leave so late now!” The next five minutes were full of angry words from me, my cousin still making an effort to calm me down. This ain’t going to work this way. Rewinding the last few days, i had just been a lazy buffoon and said yes to everyone for their plans for 31st night, and now I planned to collect all of them in one place, more so to avoid a bashing from all of these people. I started to get a splitting headache. The only thing, person actually, who could possibly save me, and I knew it because of my past experience, was Harshada. Before I knew what I was doing, I was cheerf
My way of giving it back to my ego