i. am. depressed. so don't talk to me. just leave me to be sad til i feel i can accept it. haiz....haiz....haiz...haiz X 10000000000. this shows the extent to which i'm depressed. no, don't comfort me, i just can't be comforted. but if there is monetary comfort.....i don't mind. haha. oops, i'm not supposed to laugh. i emphasize again. i. am. depressed. falling into depression soon. someone, pls donate money to me. i've decided. my new love is money. pls come to me money. don't ask me why i want money. i'm too depressed to talk about it. n i don't think anyone who reads my blog don't know anyway. i'm bored. n stressed. now i really sort of hate nyaa n project buddy n piano. cuz they prevent me from getting money. =( . 60 hrs of cip.oh god, how am i going to complete it in this hol? n i have to practise at least 1 hr of piano a day. n if i join harmoc, i still nd to spend time to practise harmonica. oh god, pls let me die. i think i'll be more comfortable. i think.........i am very bored n fed up n frustrated n i feel like doing cross stitch or those kind of wooden models or jigsaw puzzels. basically, just give me sth to occupy my mind totally. i feel like screaming. i think i'm going crazy. whatever, i'm visiting imh in dec anyway. maybe i'll bring my luggage along then.