When you feel so abandoned and depressive; the world's detaching you away from reality. The only individual companion's the notebook machine, and I'm seeking this minimal amount of refuge from it.
Looking back, I've posted abundant despondent entries. Well, life's bittersweet. Take it or leave it. Good things of life naturally doesn't go our way.
Insinuate doubts from the verbals/non-verbals?(!)
Shoot me.
Back to mugging session :(