Achha achha, this is all very disgusting. I was reading a classmate’s blog and it depresses the hell out of me. Mane, okok, all right, I agree being married is difficult, mane even though I am not married. Adjusting with another family, I don’t expect to be fun. There’s my colleague, who does almost a picture perfect turn at it. And I hate the idea of it, but but, that’s not one’s whole life? Eh? Eh eh?
Gah, ami bhabteo chai na. Bloody depressing. You want to spit it out and rinse your mouth very well.
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what is disgusting? the idea of adjusting? or blabbing abuot being depressd about it? or gushing about being good at this adhjusting-shadjusting?
blabbing, constantly. gushing, oh my god, lookit my spouse, we share such an ethereal relationship. or the well-documented whine. i wish people wouldn't make such an issue out of marriage. as if it is the be-all of life in one's 20's.
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