Arre but at the end of the day, it's all the same shit na.

Nobody gives a fuck. Nobody gives a fuck about what's right and what's not, what should be done and what not. As long as it's all convenient. If i help someone, it's because i derive happiness out of it. I smile at you because i want to smile, not because i want to make your day. Or even if it is because i want to make your day, ultimately it's because even that will make Me happy. Because you see, You are the centre of your universe. And i am of mine.

Some days, you just feel pissed off because they all come and smile and laugh and maaro lyadh, and go back, and you know that's not what you want to do. But you don't know what you want to do either. Other days you feel pissed off because there are people Teaching you what to do, who don't know shit about shit themselves. And then you see other people laugh With them. And it creates this ugly contorted image as a whole. Of a pile of shit. Every single way you can look. And all you want to do, really, is go back to yourself. Because That shit, you can still take comfort in.

And then beer comes to the rescue. But not quite.