the 60+ days of waiting. and the countless sleepless nights of excitement and rehearsals has just been cancelled due to swine flu. no i'm not complaining. i'm. just. saying.

no i'm not sad. i'm. just. suicidal.

the day drags on. the penknife beckons. and my bloodstained wrist is an awaiting reality.

life drags on. someone dies and yet the birds still chirp, the day still brightens and all is well.

someone is battling cancer in a hospital right now and it's interesting to think that there also is an overweight mother of 3 fussing over a chocolate sundae, a teenage lady deciding on which pair of shoes to buy, a classmate of mine playing restaurant city while a couple makes love. what a wonderful world.

despair is a funny feeling.

but then again. one can't stay sad forever.

this time. i really know what it means when i say.

heh.

life goes on.