Dear Diary,

Last few days have been surreal. But what's, even more surreal, is that I'm not thinking or even bothered about the stuff. A week before would I have known things would be taking this turn? I am very surprised at my own reactions. The fact that I am not affected by major events that are supposed to shake people.

It is Siri's bday today. I sent her a necklace-earring set. I think she liked it. She sent me a blingey purse for my bday, but since mom knew I was probably not going to use it, gave it to the maid. I wondered whether to be mad at her for doing that, then figured the purse is better being used by someone than being hidden in my wardrobe.

I find it laughable that I am more pissed off about my missing platinum ring than how dad has been behaving. It was special because I bought it on 12/12/12. Does this mean that I'm a self-absorbed woman? I probably am. I don't feel much these days. And I don't give a fuck. Maybe it will change when I get out from under this rock. But for now, this feels like a good lifestyle choice.

Sayonara,

M

^_^

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