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Sunday, March 08, 2009
help my toes

Gah! Feeling a mixture of negative feelings right now. Depression, loneliness, helplessness.

Why? I really don't know. Hai. Just feeling so...not happy.

Yesterday I was crossing the road at the junction near my house. Let's just say if I had merrily crossed and assumed cars would definitely stop when the green man came on, I would have ended up in hospital. Bitch-ass driver never slowed down. Nearly ran over my toes too. Lucky SOB that my glasses were blurry. Only saw SGH something and missed the rest.

Sometimes I wonder, how would things change if my multiple close shaves with disaster actually did come true?

Scary thoughts. Better not to think about them. They would start to seem welcoming.

ps. I don't try to sound emo all the time. It is because I am feeling this way at whichever point in time that I blog about it. To release any strong emotions that may overwhelm me. To prevent, even IMO, chilling thoughts from forming. To breath.


Seth wrote on 9:20 PM.