Sunday, February 11, 2007

; in my shoes

In all honesty, I feel beastly being unkind about this issue.

A lil guilty, but certainly not ashamed.

But how can you possibly blame me?

Hospitalised twice, numerous failed attempts, I know the trend clearer than the palm of my hand. More a cry for help, dears. Sherrie, a clubbing acquaintance of mine 3 or 4 years back made it first try. RIP, babe. So did another friend.

A favourite poem of mine begins with;
Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me.

Don't worry, if you truly seek Death, he will, like a true gentleman, stop for you in his carriage of Immortality.

So I deem your act- immature, worthless (to retain a love, perhaps useful then), attention-seeking behaviour. Especially after your malicious or was it simply the need to gossip? deed.

"Eh she depressed lah, don't go disturb her."
"She depressed can anyhow say things meh?" -quotes Bernice.

Agree, naught? I'm finally off my medication for diagnosed clinical depression after 4 years. Does that give me special rights and privileges? Like, "Hey I'm depressed, so YO I CAN BE A BITCH AND YOU GUYS HAVE TO CLOSE AN EYE TO WHATEVER I DO."

I shouldn't be judgemental but depressed? *snickers. Sad, sure, like, 'I'm so sad my boyfriend broke up with me' or similar issues but somehow 'I'm so depressed, he broke up with me probably cos I'm a pathological rumour monger?' Sounds wrong, doesn't it?

Being nastier than I feel, Angry, cos this originally trivial case has led to a potentially bigger one that dug up old wounds. But fuck it, I'm sick and tired of it. Three sides to a story, yours, mine and the truth. Believe whatever you want from the mouth of a single one, I don't really care. Oh and judging from the scenerio above. "Hi, I've been depressed for four years. I see a psychistrist. I take anti depressants. I suffer from paranoia, so yay, I have a legitimate reason to forbid my boyfriend from talking to her, so just get over it?" Ha. Can? The latter, I reiterate is UNTRUE. Just ask my boyfriend lah. Geesh.

I wonder if I'm fuming, hurting, or chuckling.

Go away, sympathy, empathy. She deserves none.

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