Well it rains and it pours...and then it rains and it pours some more. So appropriate. Today is a terrible day. So was yesterday. Rained and it rained and it rained again. It's all you people's fault. Even the friggin' school bell refused to work after you all left. Oh sneeze. And then it rained. Who knew? Maybe the skies were weeping? Cause they had a premonition that something was going to happen? Bad omens. It's a sense of FOREbodings that I have. Pretty scary, this.
Could we make it past this? I woke up at 6 this morning. Though I shouldn't be. Then I tossed and turned till 8. Hmm? Why, you ask. How should I know. This is one lousy week. So many losses. My beautiful koi went to fish heaven. 4 of them. The one who was about 8 years old left, the blue eyes one too, the small orange one and the beautiful tiny white one with the long flowing tail. Well. There are still a couple left. My dad bought a couple of new fish, not koi. But they will never replace the ones who left. 8 years old! Imagine that.
My dad thinks the cause of the epidemic is the damn construction in the house in front of mine. The rain water that day was extremely soapy and filthy. Can't be acid rain; it's ACID rain, not alkali rain. Damn. I want to sue the freaking owners. KILLED MY FISH! No. Not killed. MURDERERS!!!
Go and shoot yourself.
And my dad flew off to Dubai again yesterday. I wouldn't be able to handle another epidemic on my own. I'd die. Well, if I died, we'd be together. How true.
I'm really down on my luck. Well. It was voluntary so I can't blame anyone but myself. Yes. I shall. We, the members of DMT, couldn't even have a dry first excursion together. Forebodings anyone? Probably just my deficit of luck. Well, we had fun anyway, remembering the SUPERSIZED stuff in the Macs in the US of A. And the Blue Danube, not to forget that. What nonsense. I told you, music changes the whole friggin' mood. Well. The fun wasn't counting the fact that I bit my tongue. Hard. I was innocently reading the nutrition information of le DoubleCheeseburger. Then. Crunch. Ouch. They thought I had a nosebleed. Ha. Well, it bled anyway. Tanya was so fascinated. Well, it bled quite a fair bit. Got a red tissue paper to show for it. It's swollen now. Wasn't that bad yesterday. Can't even drink hot drinks without feeling the pain. It's that bad. And me biting my tongue has got nothing whatsoever to do with your superstition. The two pieces of information are not linked at all. It's just like saying that 2+2=5. If it's true I'd eat my hat.
No brolly on a day when it rains. My geog book got wet. Infernally wet. So did my shoes and socks. And my box of lakerol. And my pouch for keeping my amulets. Gosh. And I didn't see the lost glass panel at the library. So I walked into the downpour. Stupid. So blur. I'm just sleepy. My eyes couldn't focus. Slipping away from homework to the books on the table. Help. I need to keep my spirits up. How? How?
What do you do when the world turns its back on you?
If there are thoughts that you simply cannot eschew?
When you think you've bitten off more than you can chew?
Reached the end of your rope and don't know what to do?
Whatever. This person, who thought knew everything there is to know about the secrets to being happy, realises that there is an adversary to people who want to be happy. It's called depression. I'm sure you need an introduction. Depression=being affected by low spirits, a torpid state below the general level. I'm sure I know the general level, and I'm way below that. Happiness is ubiquitous, except for this vaccuum of nothingness here. Being in mourning feels fine. Shall stay that way. Black suits me just fine. I'm so sunk into this pall that I'm eating the chocolate rice straight from the pack. What's stopping me? Don't worry. I'm not suicidal. I'm too afraid of death for that. Death's Mortality Theory. Yeah. Makes sense now.