When life give you lemons, make a ginger lemonade. Ginger??? Or Vodka you meant.
Ok boss. (She is gone mad)
Lying down on bed for the third consecutive day. I thought why didn’t I blog? As if college wasn’t fun enough.
A carelessness, I got into may lose my skin and God knows what.
Am I suppose to tell my folks that I got burnt by boiling water when I made a cup of tea and it had to fell over my thighs and genital areas.
Am I suppose to send pictures of my private area and make them worried for life?
You are a doctor. You should know?
No! I’m not. I’m the patient in here.
Should I go home?
Is travelling safe?
All thoughts taunts me as I’m lying on bed. I should, probably watch a movie. Or read a book. Or blog as I’ve plenty of time.
Guess what, My mom said me to study. Poor her! She doesn’t get the big picture.
When you are in a new place, everybody wants to help. When you actually need help, everybody has an excuse. That’s life. Life that give lemons in plenty.
P.S: I’m not depressed. Maybe I’m devastated.
Everyday I’d look at my scar and I’d definitely say, you are going to be a beauty until grave.
Will you do that?