I am tired. Therefore today I shall write in simple plain engrish.

Why, you ask. I haven't the slightest faintest idea why. Or maybe I do. Or maybe its just everything.

Nothing to explain. Nothing to say. Just sick of everything. Work. Money. Family. Relationships. The world just doesn't work the way it used to be anymore. It has become thwarted, cruel, and it's totally ignorant to my pleas.

I plead temporary insanity.

I can no longer comprehend the human mind. Its twisted sense of humour. The forelorn indignancy of keeping promises. The interpretation of what-nots. How shallow it can get. And how misleading it can seem to others.

Everybody gets this sense of foreboding once in a while, but, dunno why leh, I can't seem to get out of this whirlpool of limbo. Why do I always feel this way? Why is it that things always turn out this way? Why am I who I am? Why?

I've been telling people, (adopt Confusciously pose) "Never ask yourself why, but as to how u can manage the why..." Seems more than often, our whys never seem to get answered.

I wish some higher being from some higher plane would pave my way to solace. I think I am addicted to feeling nostalgic and melancholy. People say its a disease and it prevents you from re-establishing rationality.

Sometimes I just want to be the one with the questions rather than the answers. But at this moment, I dunno what I should ask and I dread what the answers might be.