Best Friend

I had a best friend.Then he decided to pack his suitcase and move to the stars.All he carried was a bone and my heart.Now all he does is is he sits up there,chewing on his bone and wagging his tail everytime I miss him.Its not fair that he left without even saying goodbye.

Nibbles, you totally suck for ditching me,not being on the other side of the door when I'm opening it,not there below the bed every morning when I stretch out my fingers to caress you.You're not there,when there's a dirty sock I'm throwing into the clothes hampers,you aren't there going sniffity sniff when I unwrap a chocolate.You do not jump on my lap when I go '1-2-3 Go'.You aren't there.

But,heartless,that I am.I left you too.Left you alone wondering where I had gone.So many times I walked out the door without saying goodbye.So many nights I pushed you off my feet because you were heavy.So many times I did not take you out on a walk because I was lazy.All those times I should have given you a bath and brushed your fur.I'm sorry I was so spineless,I walked away.I'm sorry that sometimes somethings became more important than you.You took care of Papa and maybe saved his life.Thankyou for being there for him.I think the only reason you ever were here was to be there for all of us.You were equally there for all of us even when the three of us stood with our backs to each other.Mummy's sorry for what she did.Maybe,you deserved a better family and we didn't deserve you at all.

But you'll always be my best friend.The only person who overwhelms me.I love you.

Fatty

So I've finally made it.You know,the place where that word sounds..cute.Not offensive or insulting,just cute.I don't quite know whether this is a place I should be,but I made it.Scratched,tired,hungry and fatigued after the hours of NOT gymming,of NOT being on a diet,of NOT doing Yoga.At a very sorry end of procrastination basically.
But it's good right now.You know,I always thought that being called fat would one day  make me lose it and I'd projectile on everyone until I was sickeningly anorexic.One day,I'd show the world I could be thin too,conform to the stereotype of beauty.But,no..infact,all the ridiculing,the name calling worked like ether and made me go into a slumber like state where all the name calling just became a known melody I swayed to.It's like the sweet release of death.You get so angry so angry and so depressed that you self implode.And then you focus out and  float.
So here's to icecream and cake and pasta and butter chicken.But most importantly,here's to Fatty until my hormones go crazy again and I crawl into bed in a foetal position every night,hoping to not wake up.
Depressed,confused or in denial?Until my next ventout,Cheerios,all.