Okay, I'm stuck again. I can't think of anything to write, or anything to do, or anything to cheer myself up with. You know when things get really crappy, you sometimes shed a melancholic tear over your melanchilic life and then things get better? Not my case. When I get sad, I just sit and sulk.
I become all broody and think of how miserable my life is, even if yesterday I was in a good mood and didn't consider my life a kingdom Miserdom at all. So, what I do is sulk and brood, sulk and brood, sulk and brood, until I'm ready to whack myself over the head so the feeling would just stop.
Anyway, enough about my problems. Let's talk about yours.
How come people stopped needing advice? It's like every person on every website suddenly decided that the only help they need is with baking a pie or finding a good video converter.
Weird and unfair. Am I the only one who has problems nowa days?
Update: few hrs later
I'm cured of my sulky-broody depression! Katie MacAlister and some Latino beats will do that to you. I feel much better than only a couple of hours before. Trust me people when I say it, depression is poison. It takes away your natural ability to be easily inspired, which can put all sorts of stupid bad thoughts in your head.
But hey, I'm healed!
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