You do not exist

I feel so miserable. I dislike rainy days. The weather just gets to me. I felt absolutely terrible after class today. You know, the kind of despair you cant exactly put your finger on? The kind you just wanna sit in a corner all alone and cry your eyes out and you dont even know why? Of course you wouldnt know. Youre not me. I highly doubt it was social psych alone. It could very well be PMS. Which is why im probably grumpy/depressed/down in the dumps/color me blue now.

So, you do not exist. You do not exist. You do not exist. You do not exist. You do not exist. You do not exist.

At all.

I was only dreaming.

And ive woken up.

You are nothing to me.

Does it hurt?

It does? Really? Good.

It should. Cos i sure as hell feel like that and im blaming it on YOU.

Well, thats what irrational farah would think and do.

But i asked for it didnt i? I asked for it. To tell you the truth, im beginning to think that it was the most brilliant idea. At least now, my hate for you is fueling my determination. I hate you.

I hate you for listening to me.

See you in a month's time then.

Whatever.

This is my blog. This is how i feel at this moment in time. Regrets? I probably will have some. In fact, i"ll probably regret the moment i click "publish post"...but you know what? At least this makes me feel good for a moment. Even if its for a moment. So excuse me while i gratify myself. Gratify? is that even a word?
Heh, you might not even read this. Maybe by then, i"ll feel all normal again...and all happy and then i might delete this hurtful post.

But for now, let me wallow alone.

Alone.