Me and Misery

September 24 2007

I’m currently have my ears glued to my headset. The office chattering is getting into my nerves. For once I’m hating loathing the sound when Indians speak in their native language. The endless garbled sounds drive me crazy. I’m feeling depressed and bored and I really feel like crying. For no reason at all. I throw dagger looks at the guys chirping. They fell silent and walked out of the door, glancing back. I presume they are wondering if I have gone daft.

Gaaawd, I know I have depressive tendencies and I shouldn’t encourage this in anyway. I’m currently listening to a looped track of Landslide, Soul to Squeeze & Black Hole Sun. I don’t know these bloody songs can make me feel even more miserable.

Maybe all this loneliness is crashing into me. I thought I am just plain bored… Then my reflections confirmed what I tried to deny for quite some time. I can’t be bored, I have endless ways of keeping myself occupied and happy. My dismal attitude is something that had started as a dormant ember, waiting for a spark to keep it alive again. Somewhere, sometime, something made a light. I can feel the gloom gathering more energy, slowly on it’s way to roaring glory…

Someone peeks in to say hello and how are you… I feel like throwing a pen at him. Damn how guys can be so insensitive when you just want to be left alone!

and now I want to scream just like the song screams in my ears: who sucked out the feeling????