Today I'm feeling rather exhausted, moody, emo and irritable, so I'm going to blog like how TP does.


Sometimes I feel like I'm all alone in this cruel world. Everywhere you turn seems to be foreign, cold and unfriendly. Everyone has a heart of stone that ceases to melt. They just look at you sympathetically, pitying your plight, but not so much as one person is decent enough to extend you a helping hand. I feel so lost and confused. What has brought our race to such an alarming stage? I need to seek for the answer before I die peacefully. Then again, it might not happen. Especially now, when everyone is so madly in love with themselves that any sign of concern can be deemed insignificant and tilting towards their own self interest. I detest such behavoir. Another incident that boils my blood from within is assumptions. I bloody cannot tolerate it when people start assuming that you are depressed cos of some event that had took place, when you yourself do not have any reaction regarding it. I presume that their hardened hearts have caused a major blood clot in their system and it has somewhat tampered with their ability to think sensibly and sensitively. It just irks the shit out of me when people start doing that cos it is usually the spark that catalyses the whole emo-thingy. And you start feeling depressed because people want you to feel depressed, which makes you even more annoyed... And the cycle proceeds. What is their problem. With such emotionally uncertain people wandering around, it is little wonder that the depression rate for Singapore is rising. I fucking hate this world and its carefully masked people roaming about. Especially those with a hard, cold smiley-face mask in which they face the world with.


Ok... I can see that I have failed quite terribly. But I can't seem to convey what I want to say in his style. For one I don't feel like attempting suicide for every single wrong thing that happens in life; I just feel like taking it back on that person. Haha. Oh well. Anyway on a side note, Wahjong and Thieves of Baghdad (board game at The Mind Cafe) are addictive games. Ok sleep is overcoming me, I better knock off before my eye bags get worse. Til then.