... And I lapse into yet another night of deep melancholy.
I should be happy to live a warm and fulfilling life, and blessed to be swarmed by the love of those whom I treasure so much. I should thank my fate for allowing me a homestead so safe and secure, and free from calamities and major tragedies like that shoot-out drama in the Philippines yesterday. I should lay my blessings out on a huge table and count them in utter disbelief. I should chug my engines hard to fight for what I've always been materialising only in wisps of dreams.
... But I have no idea what the f**k I'm doing to myself.
Good night, you horrible nemesis.
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