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date: Thursday, November 26, 2009
title: everything smells like karma.
time: 2:48 PM


Don't kill any insects in your room. Let them roam, let them live. Try doing something stupid and it's coming back to haunt you. A moth made me bleed on the forehead last night as in literally. It was total pitch black, I decided to switch on the light, some flying figure came down. As a usual coward I was, I panicked, shouting vulgarities along the way. My head collided with the corner of the light switch, and now I look like a failure copy of Harry Potter. No idea, but the blood that came out of the forehead gave me a sense of satisfaction. Sadistic, I know. But yeah, karma for killing all the 2383 past insects that came in. I'll make a proper funeral.

And you seemed to be troubled by big problems. I have 2 choices, go in and lend a helping hand, or sit back and give you space. Or is karma doing the last choice itself.