Drink, swear and smile

'sometimes the plan works out itself, just keep your mind open..'

Open to what love..more shit?

'100% of all I have,100% of me and I bloody don't care what the future has in store for me, anymore.'

Reality check baby, God's on a vacation and is watching Sachin play so you can go be a bitch and be all selfish. Fuck the goody-two-shoes jazz, 'cuz seriously, it doesn't matter.

'P.S. I have work to do, so might not be able to come online. But will call you for sure around 11.30. So don't bloat your face and curse me :-) '

That's the sweetest thing you wrote to me in a long long time. It was the time when you were my favourite dress. I wore you every time. Everywhere. What's the point? The crystal slipper is lost. The tale is over. The audience has departed. 

The dearest, almost perfect friend is gone. For good. Time for some swearing. Time for rum and coke on the roof somewhere. Finding Neverland??