Someone hacked into my blog yesterday and added the post before this. I don't know about any no US trip. Damn you hackers!!
Alright fine, there was no hacking. I am not going alright. Yes you can go ahead and laugh at me for blogging about it when it wasn't even confirmed. But you can imagine my disappointment, especially after telling all my relatives about the trip; hell they were even going to hold like a farewell party for me. You might think it might be a tad overboard, but no one from my family tree has ever been to the promised land (that's what we call USA), it has always been our dream so it was a big deal to all of us. I was like a hero to them.
But now that dream is shattered. My relatives will probably call me a liar now, even if I explain to them that it wasn't my fault. I have lost my dignity and their respect, so I can forget about getting married to any of my relatives now. Mom is understandably distraught, she is silently weeping at the corner of the house as I type this.
Now I know how Job felt. Job was this dude in the Bible who was completely devoted to God, but he lost his wife and kids and his home and he ended up cursing God for his misfortune. Why God why, I was completely devoted to you (except for the porn addiction), why didn't you answer my prayers?
Screw it, I need to get wasted and drown my sorrows. Anyone has a bottle of tequila that they can share with me? Preferably a hot female who can offer her shoulder to me to cry on. If you fit the description please do contact me, it would renew my faith in God.