I don't give a shit for what they think about me..

I don't know what made me write,of course type at 12 at night but I wanted to write this so as to mention my fathers death....I don't know why happened suddenly to me I became like a psychopath for an year after his death and that I am recovering now..I still remember him calling me with the most near and dear names!but now??that I am lonely and I don't have any true friends in my hostel,I had to spend most of the night thinking about my dad rather I hhad left giving concentration on my studies that I have degraded from a topper to a normal guy..rather no one accepts me everybody tried to make fun of me that 1 year and I was like when is it all gonna end???now I think that the time has arrived for it to end.,me trying to forget him so that I would be successful in life whatsoever...I think I am not going to lead the same life I used to lead a year ago till date that I am gonna change and will change people's opinion about me..hope I'll be successful.people used tolaugh behind me for which I didn't care and I haven't showed my attitude to them so they'll be fine.finally I have said everything I wanted to say and thank you for your patience if and only if u have read this one and giving your precious time on my story..............

Finally thank you once again,,,....