SEPTEMBER, 15
Not a single one approached me today. The girls were engrossed in their Cunnighams, trying to make sense of so called "nonsense" within me. As for the boys, they set their imaginations ablaze trying to decipher how i met my end. I wanted to help them but they didn't listen to my whispers.
SEPTEMBER, 25
Today, I was flipped over. Being a lean person, I was considered one of the best specimen of "Gluteal Region". The lady on the adjacent table was being cursed by "her buddies" for the fat on her rear!!
SEPTEMBER,30
"Hurray! The ideal Popliteal Fossa" - celebrated my buddies. Students from adjacent tables kept pouring to have a glimpse of impeccable space behind my right knee. It required death to make me realise the joy of being wanted. When i used to breathe, no one cared for me.
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