7 am in the morning, my family gets the news of my untimely death. My parents soaked in a pool of tears. My room will never change it's abundance of pink in memory of me. The eulogy my friend wrote me, when I had forced him to write, is in use now. Oh no! I forgot to tell him to hide all my 4 diaries! Nah! Not that it's something personal, just that if people about whom I wrote got to read it , they won't be able to bear my true opinion for them! My friends, fake ones who never ever had the chance to text me, are now having the audacity to mourn for me. Their crocodile tears are bigger than my real well wishers'. People on YQ keep poking me to continue the series I had started. But they don't know about my mysterious encounter with Yamraj. My real friends won't mourn for me, because they know, I am going to hell for being a b*tch and I will be harassing satan there! But they definitely will miss their ridiculous friend with absurd abilities of cartoon voice dubbing. My peculiar habit of banging myself, today all the doors, corners,and tables lost an enemy. I will solemnly hate my balcony for my indelible death.Don't worry I will be fine! Afterall I'm gonna harass satan in hell!
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