Monday blues, baby blues, and now Weekend blues

No tiger? Whack the cat.

Something's wrong with my weekends. It's so boring I can count the number of scales on my goldfishes. Kidding on the counting part. I don't know why it isn't filled with activities like everyone... chilling with friends, meeting hot hunks, shopping, having sex.. ..

And there's something wrong with my friends too. All decided to hibernate these days. Sighz... Its so boring, adding to the point that I'm already a boring person. And in these free times my brain starts to go to places that are really dark. Images of would-haves start to conjure with what-ifs and blend together to form can't-happen(see what I mean sheesh).

Yup this year I can reassuringly say that it's been a bad, bad girl, no year. Nothing went right, everything went wrong, and I'm not proud of how I managed my life. Make a change then, some of you might say. I did, but it seems that failures keep coming in from every direction I go. I'm for one, very familiar with failures, since nothing comes easy for me. Sheer luck deflects from me. But I'm still smiling ain't it. For what reason I'm not sure. Maybe I'm just laughing at myself.. HAhaha you stupid fool! Laugh with me!! Hahaa!