I'm green. Red. Grey.

I'm feeling sorry for myself.

I think.

I can't think straight right now. My mind is a mess. What does "I'm feeling sorry for myself" mean? Self-pity is it?

Okay la. I've decided to change my blog skin to one of the templates provided by Blogger. Minimalist concept. Beh tahan with what I have now. But then again, I always have this idea that, if you can write with wit and a little sarcastic humour, then you can afford to have a plain background. Or a skin that's simple, but with a little funk.

I can't write with sarcastic humour and wit. But I'm changing it anyway. One day. Soon.

I need to socialise! Be bold. Be comfortable. Be friendly. Think, woman. Think!

I hate it when I start feeling shitty about myself. I can't seem to pull out of it. It's addictive.

I wish I could curse out loud. Here.