Either way I am fucking damned.

Human beings are so complex. And I mean it. Not like I am any better; I don't understand myself either. 

Why is it that people hate us when we say what we feel? Why is it that people take advantage of us when we're just trying to make everybody happy (which is impossible anyway)? 

Gosh, I guess I'm just moaning and bitching about my own situation. I know I'm not alone, though. 

When I tried to be nice, friendly and helpful, there comes some son of a bitch who tried to take advantage of my kindness. 

When I tried to be firm, people stayed away. 

Human beings are so complex. They don't know what they want. 

Bah, whatever. Being polite or being bold, doesn't matter. Either way I'm fucking damned. 

Pardon my whining

God, I know this is lame, but I'm in a dire need of a therapy. Soul therapy, that is. 

I don't know what have gotten into me, but I feel depressed lately. Very depressed. 

It's as if nothing really worked for me anymore. 

Everything just doesn't make sense. 

At this point I really suspect that I'm suffering from depression; the kind of depression where I would have to be on medication. 

It's been so long since the last time I've really written something. If I could equate this blog to a house, then mine would be an abandoned, haunted house. And speaking of writing, even things that I used to enjoy is no longer enjoyable to me. There was a time when I've always had something to write about. Well, not anymore now, hence this lame, pathetic post. 

Say anything you like, but this is one way for me to express my feelings. That's why I love writing at the first place.

(Surprisingly, I feel better now. Maybe I should start writing again.)