Pain lets u knoe u are alive...

Wishing u were dead.

Sufferings makes a better man, they believe...

Or I say, one with a crazy head.

Its the midlife crisis. Undergoing more den one year of shit in its purest and most potent form onli to realise that there is still another same big pile of manure waiting for u in the near future.

How demoralising.

Changes come. I dread changes. Whether it may be good or bad. Just as the partnership is flourishing, it breaks off. A new relationship has to be forged over again. Time and time again. Im sick of this, realli sick of it.

I have less than one year to go. The word one misleadingly foretells a fast n painless future, but alas, one year can also be written as 52 weeks, 100+duties, 365 days. As Im typing agonisingly in this ungodly hour, a teeny weeny fraction of the shit has just been flushed into the toilet bowl, 1/262800 of it....

Short may one year seems, it is indeed long when u are not enjoying life in that year.

I may not be a religious man, but May God Bless.