Gloomy Sunday night

Up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down…

Kinda moody lately. All of a sudden the picture of my life seems to go from vivid color to black & white. I like black and white pictures tho. (But why I never take pictures in black and white? I should do that.) I hate moody people. That’s why the way I usually handle it is to leave that person alone, especially if that person is constantly moody. There’s basically nothing other people (I) can do about that. Depression? Well… too bad. You gotta seek professional help for yourself. What if s/he suddenly commit suicide or hurt him/herself? Then… too bad. It’s a cold concrete city, not much love here. I don’t have any left. That’s part of the natural selection process (modern version). If you can’t adapt, then you are gonna go extinct. Listening to Linkin Park again and again and again, but all we can hear is the sound of silence. Silence ’cause no one’s talking. Tik tak tik tak from the clock, click click click click from the mouse, tad dak tad dak from the keyboard. What the hell is this. I don’t know what I’m thinking nor feeling. Nothing really matters. Life goes on. Life goes on and on and on. Not just my or your life, everyone’s life goes on. Everyone has their own life to deal with. Not that I have the right to vent nor my life is any tougher than anyone else’s ’cause I know I am a lucky person. Whatever.