I now find myself laughing mechanically. By mechanically I mean I laugh without even having a reason for doing so. And that I'm conscious that there's nothing funny. You may think I'm nuts. I guess I am going nuts. But I guess I have passed the next level after catatonia.
I am depressed.
And my depression is repressed.
It's all because of poverty.
Poor me. Single, unloved, unpretty, unwanted. And now, broke.
I'm just wondering why I'm not yet suicidal. Maybe because I'm not afraid of poverty. I only try to kill myself when I'm scared.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Poverty Makes Me Laugh
Posted by You can call me Cheska-- at 8:37 AM
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Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Malala na 'ata yan. That's closely related to my case, i'm picturing events I want to happen despite it's just a mere fantasy that can't really happen. Actually muntik na ko "bumaliw"! (<---'indi mabaliw). Pero yang ganyang syndrome (muni-muni syndrome) ko hininto ko na, nahuli kasi ako ng Mama ko tumatawa mag-isa e. HAHAHA
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