depressed? who is that?

alhamdulillah. i hate myself when i am depressed. i look like shit and i will be a bitch. not cool. i wish i can yell on the top of my lungs, shrieking my joys sharing them with the world. but it is 4.40 in the morning and i dont think it is legal to do that. no, i dont think the neighbours will accept my enjoyment that well. have to wait i guess. but at least i am HAPPILY waiting. nothing better that that. being happy. keeps me young too. lalalala.

J

confession: tak sabar nak tunggu tshirt artctic monkey sampai. haha.