A random joke for you bored readers out there... to start off with a boring rant after it.
Wife: *whispers seductively* Whisper me the three words that will make me walk on air...
Husband: *looks straight* Go hang yourself.
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Had a good laugh? XD!
Off we go.
Sometimes I wish we have a place to just throw all our bad memories, you know? Like a rubbish bin. Imagine this. If we all had a place to throw our bad memories, won't our lives be much better off? Then again, it's those bitter experience that teach us the life lesson.
If I had that box to throw all my memories, what kind of memories will I throw...
1. Memories of my mother's death.
2. My brother's death.
3. The fact that I'm adopted and almost illegitimate.
4. When I almost killed my dad. (Intentions, really)
5. My current work life.
I'd do anything for the last one in my life. I just really hate it. They're totally asking for it. It's stupid. They need someone to speak to them.
Doesn't help that sometimes I feel like throwing away the memories of him and I. I hate drowning myself in false hope and short-lived happiness. It has brought me nothing but despair. Hooked on the song "M2M - Mirror Mirror". I feel like that song has played a huge part in my current thinking and how I think. Anyway, sometimes, I wanna give myself up. I don't feel like pressing on anymore.
You know what that means?
Yes.
Die.