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A day without you is like a year without rain.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010, 4:23 PM

It can't be outfought, it can't be outdone, it can't be outmatched, it can't be outrun.

Hallo. I wanted to blog just now. But I was lazy y'know. And I couldn't think of anything to write about. LOL. Anyway, the video above, it's one of the new songs in my ipod. (Yeah, it's on my Recently Added.)

Anyway, yeah, there are pretty much nothing to write about, but I just have that urge to blog. Lol. Honestly, I dislike my headphones, constantly screwing up my hair. Zzz. Damn that sucks. But I'm using them now. LOL. How weird is that. Well, since I spent money to buy it, why not use it till it spoils right! LOL.

So. This is it. It's almost. ALMOST the end of the day. And I've done nothing productive today. OHWELL. Who the fuck cares anyway.

Depression is what everyone goes through at lease once a lifetime. - Some websites that I saw. But you know what, I've gone through depression many many times. And once they come, they stick for a few years, wait till I sort back my feelings, and leave. In another few months, it'll be back again.

My depression, doesn't work on the heart. It works on my mind. It gets my mind go all crazy, and then screws it up. I don't like it when that happens. Well, who likes it when you're in depression right. But when it's gone, I keep thinking of when it'll be back. What does that say?

Does that say that I'm obsessed with being depressed or am I saying that I'm obsessed with getting my mind screwed up? I don't know. I don't even know it myself. And that itself is making me go crazy.

And now, the depression is eating my mind and it hurts so much that I want to pluck it out and throw it away. Though that'll look disgusting, but yeah, I would honestly want to do that.

Yeah, that's all for today. Hey, at lease I vented on something.

Ps. Lift me up, let me go.


brave heart.



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