It's another one of those days. If you woke up feeling bright and chirpy, the weather outside would soon terminate whatever previous feelings of unspeakable joy you had.

And it's one of those days when everything just isn't right. And you feel like you deserve more. You deserve more good stuff in your life. More happiness. More people who are worth your effort. I've tried my darndest to believe in people and believe that they're worth the effort. But sometimes you just reach a point when you decide, "okay. that's enough". You know who you can count on when they stick by you under all circumstances, whether you're Dr Jekyll or Mr Hyde. You know you've found a gem when someone accepts you for your imperfections instead of rejecting you for them (something sounds grammatically wrong there). But yes, I've learnt that the most hurtful thing is to be rejected for your imperfections. It's a double whammy if you get it told to your face. And you wonder why people can't be nicer. And you think, maybe I'm living in a fantasy-fairyfloss-prettypinkclouds type of land.

I'd love to go on but I'm late for work.