Chin Up, Christmas Tree

Depression

it seems so remotely irrelevant to us, and we always think only the weak will be tormented by sickness, anxiety or depression. just admit it, we are the weak ones, someday it will hit us. there are ways to reduce the pain, perhaps marijuana or a blow job by the whore @ jalan alor will be fine. some may choose to indulge themselves in mega alcohol and orgy parties without rubber.

maybe we think too far, over exaggerated the circumstances, so much so we have forgotten there are things in life that worth a shit. such as world peace and sperm bank. the process is tiring, painful to endure, shameful to admit.

we seek for help. something to look up to, preferably something tangible and less bitchy than girlfriend.

i think Chrismas tree is cool. it sits there and don't make a fucking noise, the light blinks and glitters like whispering voice of my grandmother - telling me - "kid, chin up, you have not seen the worst yet, imagine fucking your grandpa?. . . . "

*gulp*

Rm39.9 for the tree, RM19.90 for the light strips, RM 8.00 for 20 shiny balls.

hey. the tree is telling me something . . .

"asshole, go get some sleep"