For those who think this blog is back for good, you can’t be more wrong.

This space, and myself, will no longer be the same.

I have stayed home and no go anyway(besides official stuff to get documentation done) for almost 2 weeks. And I don’t think I have spoken to more than 5 people. And I find that I don’t even feel like talking to this 5 people anymore.

2 weeks of down, down, down, down, and further down.

And I still don’t feel like blogging. And it annoys me no end with the constant probing. Do I look like I care about what you guys think? I will really love to chase away everyone in my life, including all of you. So if you are annoyed by what I said, and deduce that I am an ingrate, all the better.

Revenge is best served cold, he said.

You have gotten what you want. Exactly, and precisely, isn’t it?

And a personal attack left me crying for every single moment when I was awake yesterday. And all I can do is to wake up for an hour, sleep for an hour, and then wake up for another hour. And there isn’t a single moment went by without tears, and I can even laugh and put on a voice that hardly reflects so.

When you are barely talking to anyone, and the very person you turn to says such things, it is then you realise you don’t deserve, and don’t need friends.

Lose. Everything.

I should be glad that the 3 marks returned me my sanity.

Like he said. I have no life, really. And like he said, I am good-for-nothing, really.

And I believe some will be really jubilant to read this out-of-sorts piece from me.

And you shouldn’t be happy to hear from me.

Cos I just want to have somewhere to document my last words. Before I find somewhere else, or I just still them altogether for good, with myself.

And no, from today onwards, I will not blog about Minibean anymore.

I think I need a fag.