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Self Loathing and Disgust in Kuala Lumpur...

Have you ever had those days where you are just so totally disgusted with who you are? Days where no matter what you do or say you just can't seem to get a good view of who you are? No? Whoa, amazing. Can you teach me how not to have those type of days? Because I am suffering from a serious case of low self esteem right now. It's just...sometimes I look at my life and see a lot of the missed opportunities and all those people that I have failed over the years. This bouts could be triggered by something as simple as a word or smell, or even seeing a dog getting run over by a steam roller for the umpteenth time. *Sigh* Oh well. I suppose I could keep on writing about why I feel this way today, or even what caused this case. But I won't. Why? Because I don't feel like writing something that, for all intents and purposes, would look like an extended suicide note.

"Oh, boo hoo, my life sucks"...
"oh god, why have I been given this burden that is my life?!"
"Oh, why can't I get laid?!"

I mean, sure, these thoughts have been going through my head occasionally, but...well...I'm pretty sure that other people think the same things. It's nothing special. I should get over it. Unless of course, ignoring all those feelings would cause me to become a manic depressive and spiral into insanity and kill off cute bunnies in front of children...nah, that's just silly.

So instead of talking about what depresses me or even why I'm depressed we'll talk about...erm...candy! Mmmmm, I love candy. Or more specifically, chocolates! Oh wow! Eating Chocolates is like having sex with food using your tongue! Too bad it gives me migraines. And makes me depressed. Oh well, I tried. I think I'll go back to writing that suicide note now...

Rumoku out....
PS: No cute rabbits were killed in the course of the writing of this blog post.