I shouldn't criticize The Ramones when I can't even play as good as them. No one should criticize them either, especially if you can't play as well too. I mean, that was how rock was back then, most people loved it, classical after all. In fact, some people are still avid fans, I believe Blitzkrieg Bop is on Guitar Hero? I don't know. Lols, but Guitar Hero just makes you think you can play the guitar, gives you false hope. Pressing buttons? It's fun, but it's not the real thing, nothing much to boast about. OK maybe it is something boast about. OK, none of my business. Anyways, we know what should be done after O levels, seeing that there is just so much spare time.

So, Ramones, just you wait. Hmph, I'll show you. I like the word " Blitzkrieg ".

Only joking, being humble is better. Keep quiet and keep critical thoughts to yourself. Attempt to live in this horrible world. If you cannot tolerate the harshness and the taint of the world, you can just die.

Yet, it's wrong to suicide. I've told this to so many people, can you just imagine how people would feel if you're gone? And in this case, you would be gone for good, never to come back. Do you know how shitty they will feel for the rest of their lives? So, no conscious suicidal thoughts. Hate it when I'm in a trance though. I still want to read One Piece and watch Naruto till the end. And it's just taking painfully long.

OK, now think about it. Is it actually helpful to be cruel to someone suffering from depression? Can harsh words and criticism actually pull him out of the emotional waters? My mentality, too young. I've been through too little, but I don't think being an asshole would help.

I don't know, you have your own troubles too. If you're happy attacking me like that, I'm glad I can help to make you feel better. But if you say it was with good intentions, I could spit.

I bet I'm sounding like some indignant prick, but this was on my mind the entire day. It's funny how someone you wish to acknowledge as a friend can be such a bastard towards you. It's more hurting I guess. I'm not as strong as you are mentally, I can't brace myself like you did.

I guess, they gave up on me. How discouraging. Yet, I'm obliged to cling. Shucks.

Why are you so critical and scornful just because I'm depressed? I know you've overcame many obstacles in your life and are struggling with more current ones, but have you learned no humility or manners of concern, or perhaps even some understanding from it?

If you can't help, shutting up would be the next best thing. Then again, it's good to laugh at and criticize the wimp suffering from depression. Sure makes him feel better. Such mockery. Never mind, so long as you yourself feel contented and delighted by bringing people down, caring not how they feel. Like she says, happy can already.

Ugh. I'm too demanding, I can't accept what they claim as flaws and imperfections. Am I not understanding, because I am like this?

I get tired of picking up the pieces and pulling them together if you're going to keep shattering them like that again and again.

Second time already. How harsh. Oh boo hoo, look at that emo wimp whining away on his blog.

OK, another issue. Thanks to the drowsy effect of my medication, I've slept my weekends away, doing completely no work at all. I was so pissed off and confused, not knowing what to do next.

I could only do some work, in school. Not enough.

Somehow, I've been hallucinating. It's very scary, to me in the least. I can't believe there were actually such horrible thoughts within me. And the worse part is they were so real and convincing. It amplified the confusion I had.

Is life really falling apart? I wonder.