Times come when depression hits me and killing myself is the option to stop it.
Bad Blood
Days could be so unpredictable. Waking up in the morning and be greeted with a beautiful weather surely makes anybody's day but certainly a bad weather equals a bad mood following a bad day. Yet I am the exception. My day really depends on the people around me, and not exactly on weather (though they may be at times). Having me on a long wait, postponing schedules, and nonsense talking are as good as sulk.
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