about these days
i have to admit I'm really happy these months now. my mood's lifted, I care about my appearance again, feel joy choosing blight colored clothes and can tolerate makeup, no more depression like my body and soul ripped away...
the only problem I have now is that I don't have a job. my best friend, who works at a company, often weeps about how they do not fit into the social standard and feel such a burden to the colleagues... which makes me think hard about getting a job and career. I don't want to be like them. I just don't like to be depressed again. no visceral pain and no overworking, is it so unachievable like that? maybe I don't need to get into a company employed type of life, which I somehow have felt I should do?
I want my life to be less painful and worth being alive. yeah it's too blunt to say that I feel I should choose death if I have to live against my will, but that's true. that's true.











