The girl who hated chocolate.

Once upon a time, there was a girl. She was a happy child. Pretty much most of the time. She cried only when she had to visit the doctor. Then she grew up, came to the eleventh standard. IIT happened. She went to college. The people around her were nice. But she wasn't happy. She knew she had no proper reason for it. She knew she was insulting all the good things in her life by being a whine. She knew what upset her were all very trivial things. Somebody in her hostel lying to her is actually a joke when there's terrorism and poverty and insane stuff like that. She knew. She knew she should be very grateful for what she had. But at that point of time, a week before her eighteenth birthday, nothing else mattered. Her birthday had always been her most favourite time of the year. She would wait for the day all year round. And the whole eighteenth thing made it extra special. She had wanted it to be big. Maybe even small, just, special. It was her eighteenth, for Godssake. She would be entering adulthood. Would not have made much of a difference, she still wouldn't drive, she couldn't have voted for the next 4 years, and she already watched adult movies. Still, eighteenth. EIGHTEENTH.
In a weird place. With weird people. Half of whom would not even know its her birthday. Almost the whole batch would wish her in school. Now it was college. Stoopid snooty college. Away from her parents. And her three best friends in the whole world.
She feared it would be...boring. Or worse, sad. The girl, she always hated chocolate. But now, she wanted some. Its good if you're depressed, or so she had heard.


She doesn't want comments on this post. She doesn't want to talk to anybody. If she doesn't reply to your messages/calls/mails, please excuse her. She's just not in the right frame of mind. She is screwed up, pretty much. And the whole idea of having a sorry birthday doesn't appeal to her. Which is making her :( - er.

[She did not even laugh when somebody called "chilled_****2004" messaged her.]

She knows everybody is going to find this supremely 'immature' or 'childish' or 'plain stupid'. Maybe she will too, in time. But for now, No comments, please.

[Not a lot of people comment anyway, but whatever.]

PS - She is scared of sounding silly. And vulnerable. And stupid. And of losing the only confidante she has in here. Or maybe she already has. She is such a chep. She's a crazy crazy girl. Maybe she deserves what she's getting. And now she's rambling. And praying nobody reads this. She could just choose to not publish it. But she will. Somebody told her to not care too much about what other people think. But she's now scared of what 'somebody' might think. If he reads. An event she doesn't think will happen.

Geez. She's a total mess.

And writing it all out did not make her feel any better. Like she thought it would.

:(