pms
S: Hey are you alright?: Yeah I am ok I guess why?
S: You don seem happy these days. So thought I’d ask if everything is ok
: Huh? Oh yah, maybe its pms or something
S: Oh come on, I hate it when gals say that…
: Haha.. ok ok my fly is not working out..
S: Oh, so that’s it?
Really, what is wrong with me?
Every morning, I wake up and that very act reminds me that I am still alive.
A life that is going nowhere.
Tell me, how can I not be sad?
Oh gosh, I sound depressed.
Just popped a choc into my mouth. Maybe that will help/