Drought

I suppose, yes, I'm recently back into the intensive psychoanalysing mode.

And I suppose also it is not doing me much good, much as I want to hope it is. For one, it seems to be negating all the positivity I am supposed to 'exude'. Two, I still can't find the answers... while the questions keep mounting. Three, I just learnt that a braindead mind tends to get better-quality rest at night.

Damn! This has gotta stop. Please, please someone. Make me stop.


I don't wish I were a man.

I sometimes do wish I were a dog.

But most of all, I wish I were different.

So I could be just like everyone else.


I need more jokes. =/