Sunday, September 20, 2009
I'm off to hang myself.
Upside-down.
Tiring stuffs.
Headaches everyday. Why do I complain, really. I'm used to it.
But they complain too. They're forty and used to it.
Abhorrence.
I don't get it when people fuss over headaches though I should understand them.
It's like you haven't got it at all but once you do, you make a big thing out of it.
Hmm...
Just like people whose lives suck a lot more say,
"Look at your puny life. You're in comfort. Shut the hell up."
But seriously it's true.
Our lives are so much better than...half the world's population?
We should be happy!
Unfortunately that's also the question.
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loved on 12:33 PM
