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I tend to try not to write stuff when I feel like this. Mostly because I end up spilling stuff I don't want to. And the questions and the polite shrugs I have to deal with.

Some people like retail therapy. The temporary buzz of buying something to distract them from what bugs them. I kinda indulge in that in a way. I notice there are (too) many times I would wander around JB Hifi, even if a) I have absolutely nothing to buy (most because I already bought whatever I want up to now), or b) because I was there just the day before.

Some people need to pour out their insides to others. Sometimes I do that, though I'm not particular fond nor comfortable with sharing what I really feel or think really. I'm more the keeptomyself type.

Some people drink. I'm not too fond of hard liquor, plus drinking alone kinda makes me feel like a bigger loser, so not my thing either.

Me, I write. It's my therapy. Sometimes I still can't quite exorcise all the demons. I realize writing in private doesn't quite work either. I'm better with weaving thoughts into fiction really.

So suffer me and listen. Or better yet, look away.

This one's for me.


. arigato .