Deadly Jokes are Ironical!

'When one's royally messed up then can a Masquerade party do anything to lighten the mood? Certainly, the answer’s no because it only adds to more vexation and makes one feel like an utter shit.' With a constant frown on his head, Ashton sat in the bars of the Walkers Abode and mused. He pulled at the bowtie of his tuxedo constantly bored of wearing that suicidal thing in his neck but still not forgetting to maintain his smile for his family’s sake. According to him, the societal parties were as annoying as the melodramatic soap operas of television.

Ironic! He hated both.

He gaze shifted continuously from the dance floor to his cell phone; his heart anticipated the call from his only solace in his hectic life but there was no end to this wait.

Have you ever waited for someone’s call so much and when they don’t call, you can’t help but feel disappointed with everything? The surroundings no longer interest you while you feel like a moving log with no idea of what was going around.

"Dam