Accidents do happen. Really.

How careless of me to sustain slight cuts to my hand.

Hurhurhur.

Time to get a new blade. Old one getting blunt.

Whee!

Not in the right frame of mind to blog(though I did blog), so do look forward to something lengthy the next time round.

Did I mention how much I hate the being I have become?

Yeap.

Hate. The very word I loathe to use, and had refrained from using for the longest time.

Maybe the word is specially reserved for myself.

And Mr Ex had just told me a few days ago that he feels that I have a great heart to serve God.

Do I?

Gee. Great heart. Spoken by an Ex.

Why do I feel not an ounce of that worthiness?

Oh. I just realised that people who are depressed dream up to 3 times more than normal people.

Gee.