I think i'm finally starting to heal from the complete and utter take over of depression on my mind.

Several things happened lately that made me stop a little and go hmmm...

On an extremely bad mood day, i decided to let my makeup show just how frightened people should be of me. I went over to My's house intending to go to coffee with her. Interestingly enough, the waitress there offered me a job. Makes me re-realize just how shallow this world really is.

Went clubbing for the first time as a single, legal adult. Never before have I seen so many horny men swarm around my group of friends. What is it about being single that somehow signals others about your relational standing in life? Do you somehow present a more open posture? I don't know. Guys at clubs scare me. Horny bastards.

I don't know if I can ever get along with happy people. Recent conversations with a happy person made me realize just how annoying they really are. If they never thought about the problems of this world, then fine, be on your merry way. But how can they know, and knowingly ignore? I've also come to the realization that happy people are narrowminded. Without expanding their horizons, they're happy knowing exactly what they know. If their knowledge is challenged, then they become unhappy, and of course, then they wouldn't be considered as happy people anymore. Definitely understandable.

I know i wrote on this before, but i abso-fucking-lutely (from Sex In The City) hate people who force-use slang. If it doesn't come naturally, why say it? What the fuck for? I mean, everyone uses slang. It comes naturally because its all over the media. You can't help but use it. But there are those people, those oh so annoying people that just over do it. damn them all for getting on my nerves.