Dud Sea Scrawls The Writing, clearly, is not on the wall!

i am really sorry. i know i never should have gone there. i know i should not have put that vile (it really did taste vile) stuff in my mouth. i know i should not have flouted so many rules and taken another step towards being a ‘damned’ the rest of my life. but my greatest regret and the thing i feel most sorry about is that i didnt realise it was all an illusion from the very start.

i went to the party to have a good time. i knew there were going to be girls around (with their inhibitions lessened….and come on who doesnt like them?), i knew there would be great trance music, i knew there would be the perfect lighting with the perfect atmosphere. what i didnt know was there would be cops, a raid, a file, a case and a lifetime of regret later. the next thing i knew, i was on tv, i was being paraded in the station as if petty criminals, and i was being made an example of by a medal-happy cop!

i just went there to escape my life. to be free….from the mundaneness of my humdrum life, from living for a job from 9-5 everyday and living for my parents from 5-9 every night, from having to think about where i was heading in my life, from a million different things that rack my brain everyday!

……what i didnt realise is that it was all an illusion. there is no such thing as ‘freedom’. i am the prisoner in my body, mind and soul till death does us part!