The Late Depression.

Funny, or odd (depends on which -ist are you: pessimist, optimist, realist, Sunkist) how I just said "Nightz" to one of my closest friends just around fifteen minutes ago. And don't get me wrong, I had every intention to put myself to slumber the moment the message was sent, but not this ultra-powerful and kinda-sensitive-when-it's-been-neglected-for-so-long brain of mine. Blalala, prepare for emo shit.

Besides it being an awesome pun, the title exactly fits what I'm feeling right now. It's as if everything has been put on hold, only to be released at the least opportune time. You know, it's kind of like when you photocopy nude pictures in your office, then suddenly, all the papers got jammed. And just as your boss walks right inside the photocopy room, the machine's all okay and out goes your multitude of black and white pornography. Yes, I just used porn as a metaphor for my emotions. I'm awesome, no need to say it.

Make Me Cry.

But no, not like those damnfuck-I-want-to-die type of wailing. I just want to tear up, and let go of the different emotions running through my veins. Give me a Nicholas Sparks novel, an award-winning Filipino drama flick, or even just a hit-home quote. I need them tears in my eyes like I never needed them before. Actually, I don't think I've ever needed this before.

So why now? In the middle of summer vacation, in the middle of my Singapore trip gig (as a mover), right before I go to Malaysia, I feel the oddest mood of melancholy. I guess, it's just all about the changes that's about to come. Or some (actually, one) that has already come and, well, gone. Everyone hates changes after all, and as much as I want to be unique and different, I can't exempt myself from everyone in this case.