I am the light...of a dead star. It's long gone but the memory of it is still here...somewhere.
I want it back. I need it back.

Positive thinking is an oxymoron. There's no way for you to really THINK and be positive at the same time.

"Well you know how this world can beat you down..."

I really try to behave. And I try to please everyone. And I give so much...
...until...
...there's nothing left for me...
...nothing.
What is life about?
...nothing.

Current mood : exploding

Current mood : unstable

Current mood : zero tolerance to other people's whining. A little bit of healthy complaining is reasonable-everyone needs to cry over someone's shoulder sometimes but please it's irritating to wipe off your tears. Have some decency, some sense of proportion, will ya? For fuck's sake I have lots of problems myself enough to break into pieces and who's going to collect them then? You, my precious "friends"? Forgive my suspicion. But then again I don't have to apologize to no one but me-I'm the only judge to my actions and thoughts. If I say it's OK then it IS OK. And, boy, I'm such a harsh judge...

I hate that state of emotional emptiness at the end of a working day. I have to make a lot of efforts just to remain human. It's a hard work to be a good person.