Empty.
Nothing.
Zilch.
Nil.
Zero.
Bare.
Blank.
Hollow.
Vacant.
Vacuous.
Void.
Drained.
Deviod.
Meaningless.
Nullity.
Worthless.

Yeah choose one, any would suit my mood. Could be PMS, but I think not. Hurhur, sometimes, I really wonder what my parents brought me up for. To be a good-for-nothing? A nobody? Answers don't fall from the sky, right. I know I shouldn't have gone. But I didn't listen, listen to what my heart was trying to tell me. That it would all be wrong. That it was pointless to go. That nothing would turn out the way I wanted to think it would happen. That I would just move down one rank. My confidence level is below zero, into the negative side. I know I'll start to have bad dreams, bad days, negative everything. 'Cuz life isn't a bed of roses, I know. But why does it have to be a carpet of thorns. Why, just why. How I wish there was a restart button for my life. I would have hit it a long, long time ago. Without regrets. Could be rash, but well, at least better than now. Much, much better.


How much worse can things get? I really should brace myself for the worst. But how much can I take?


Can I not wake up from my sleep, please.