To be forgotten.

Post two hundred and eighteen.

Main dish: Sauteed Bitter Sadness with Everlasting Contemplation, Served with a glass of tears.

I have been unhappy the last few days. Perhaps for the following reasons i think i am saddened:
-I've been doing work that i can't do.
-I've been cooped up far too long in the same lifestyle.
-I really don't think anyone bothers about me.
-I think my progress of improvement is slow, no matter how hard i try.
-I have a sixth sense that my friendship with new friends is strengthening- and the friendship with past friends is wearing off.
-I think I honestly am ugly.
-I think I have a huge ego.
-I have problems with controlling others, therefore resulting in hindrances.
-I don't think alot of people read my blog, or bother to read what's inside (If that's so, why am i posting?)
-I had a stupid incident that brought out my anger last saturday.
-Israel and Palestine are at war again; Countless killed over religion and dying for their causes.
-I don't seem to get an answer for the things i question.

And perhaps that is why i've begun to:
-Get angry more
-Work less
-Get tired easily
-Stopped playing guitar so much
-Contemplate about life
-Slipped into a mild depressive state
-wondered about how much i suck

and maybe that's why i feel that
-friends have forgotten me
-I've been a fool in past, present, future.
-I've been a nuisance and some people act like friends to me just to please me
-I think i should just get a life and be realistic.


Post later, i feel tired.