Some of the stuff I've been going through this week. Sorry if it is all saddening stuff, few people told me when I blog it's usually very emo. But a wise men, or rather some writer I once interviewed said, you tend to really write and express yourself only when you've hit a low. I agree with him. The tired, anguish soul gets creative to pour out the blues.

I'm so dissapointed my facial muscles plummet downwards into a frown. And it seems so heavy to lift it into a smile.

Sometimes the dreadful surprises hit me so hard, I just can't move even when the next step is so simple.

I am tired of swimming against the current to get to the spring. Am I the only one doing it? Seems like it. Or perhaps everyone does it but I'm the only one griping.

Ok will upload pictures after this to put back the yin yang balance of all this negativeness.