Bad Mood

My life can be a lonely journey filled with worries, fears, unknowns, sadness and heartaches... sometimes. Today, I let my pessimism ooze out of my every pore and quite literally soaked myself in it, in attempt to exhaust its overwhelming power over me. I am still at the soaking stage, unfortunately. I don't really care how much a pain in the butt I must seem to be. And I doubt anyone who cares either. Everyone has their own story to tell so unless mine is exceptionally useful or interesting, who really bothers? I run out of fuel to even begin pouring out my sorrows to whoever willing to lend me an ear. I see no point actually. What can others possibly do to make things better? Oh yes, maybe just one thing - shoot me. However, that might lead to an epidemic of misery when my melancholy spills out of my body as I fall to the ground. That won't do either, will it? For even in my present state of self-indulgence and "teeth-clenching" sort of agony, I am still noble enough not to spread my disease to those around me. So I chose to swallow my bitterness and go to bed early. Perhaps I can seek solace in pleasant dreams or just simply find some peace in the darkness.