I’m going to Krabi tomorrow. Whoopee (with a distinct lack of enthusiasm)…
I don’t know whats wrong. I want to go on a holiday but somehow I’m not excited. At all. Don’t even know whether its going to be fun or not. It usually is but somehow I just can’t bring myself to be positive.
Arghhh..
Got to pack, haven’t started yet. There’s not much to pack though, only a few t-shirts and shorts. Really feeling lazy to do anything right now. I’m feeling irritated in general. Got this simmering anger at the back of my head that does seem to go away. Seriously, one day I am going to pop a vein. I don’t even have a reason to be angry. I just am.
Sounds like the blog of a future mass murderer or one-man high school shooter right? I guess so. Malaysia doesn’t have places to buy guns so chill. I may have to do it with a parang I guess. AMOK!!!!
Ever get the feeling that you are excess baggage in the whole scheme of things?
Ever feel that people don’t really need you but just give you stuff to do out of pity or because nobody else will/can do it?
Ever went to bed not really caring whether you wake up the next day or not?
Ever wanted to simply not exist?
Call me a quiter, morbid, suicidal, wet-blanket or whiny. I don’t really care.
Popped bloons for the last 2 hours. Die bloons die!
what a bitter creature.
second that!…you need therapy.
the emo is strong in this creature