Thursday, September 20, 2007

I feel fed-up, worn down and basically I'm surprised (in a detached way) that I'm still functioning. Thank god for all tendons and muscles and various fluid-y things holding me together, because the stitches of a doll wouldn't do.

Ah, fuck it all.

Laughing and smiling is a tiring farce.

Thinking is overrated.

....Maybe I'm dysthimic.

Better yet, I could be having a Depressive Disorder NOS. Pfft... that's just so stupid.

NOTE: Don't bother being concerned. Logically, it isn't worth it.
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3 comments:

Jean said...

Somebody once diagnosed me with dysthymia as well.
Another diagnosed me with an anxiety-depression disorder as well.

You are not alone.

And don't you ever think just because one looks so "happy, perky, or hyper" on the outside... it does not mean that they are acting the way they feel.

If you can cover your sadness all up by laughing and smiling, I can do that too thennnnn~ =P *blek*

It wears off.
And it does come back again.

The only trick to live with it, is to not let it disrupt your life cycle.

It's a blessing that people could function physically & intellectually...although they feel so emotionally dead inside.

5:26 pm
Alexithymia said...

this is going to sound so random. but I LOVE YOU YIN PIN!!! =D

so even when you feel crappy, let me know. then we can feel crappy together. wait a minute. don't we do that already??

as for being diagnosed...i'd rather not diagnose myself. to me, sometimes putting yourself in a category does nothing but handicap you.

we'll continue to function together, yeah? god. why am i being so positive? it's disgusting. i am so f-ing high on rum & raisin right now. XD

<3

p.s. since i'm being so lovey,i might as well say...
I LOVE YOU TOO JEAN!! =D

8:37 pm
blurnobody said...

Thanks, to both of you.

...Want some mooncake?

10:10 pm

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