what to write? don't know. for once (& alwayz) am without any issues. how can life be so ignorant of me. if i don't have a reason to celebrate, i demand an excuse to colour me in gloom. the situation has reached such a critical level that can't even decipher the level (or even existence) of my own frustration. have ever indulged in self-pity? it's refreshingly refreshing. it's another matter that it is also the only option. it has been seven days that i started following an open-door policy to invite any debtor or creditors but no avail. it seems i have been deported inside a space less black hole. even the spiders and lizards that adorned my walls have taken an extended hibernation. if all this is for real, GOD be ashamed, it it's a nightmare, well Mr. Satan what is this fascination with uncalled for benovalence. do your job, scare the shit out of me.
am i even now incapable to offend any person, place or thing?