quit.

I remember a time when personality tests were all in the rage. I remember how a bunch of us took the test to figure out what types we were, because it was nice to have your identity spelled out in a quiz.

I used to be sanguine choleric, despite taking the tests many times, because I was quite convinced I had a melancholic streak. This was before emo was cool, and before I realized I was semi-emo.

On a whim, I decided to take the test again today.

I'm finally vindicated. Melancholic choleric it was.

I also decided to take a depression test.

Turns out I scored quite high on it.


At this moment, I'm really tired of living my life. Not in the wanting to end it kind of way. But just tired of disappointments really. I guess tomorrow I might feel better. Just that for now, there is an undeniable sense of loneliness and desire to secede from everything for awhile.

. arigato .