Dear Zonk,

I hate making decisions. I particularly hate making decisions when I’ve already made a decision and it’s in constant danger of being derailed by Unforeseen Circumstances. Fuck you, Unforeseen Circumstances. You suck and you’ll never have any friends if you keep dicking around like this.

It’s been over two weeks now since More Changes happened, and I’ve been struggling to make my choice and stick with it. It’s hard to do, though, because no matter what I pick, I’ll be left with equal parts relief and regret.

Oh well. This is Sunday. I’m going to ignore this problem until tomorrow and then maybe I’ll toss a coin and fuck the consequences.

In other news, my Whatsapp won’t give me notifications any more and I can’t seem to fix it.


Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

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