I received this text message just a few minutes ago:

"breaking down in d middle of d nayt isnt a very nice hobby.. but im doing it nvrtheless, still not used to it eh? then i was reminded of u. we are in d same boat. my ride isnt certain wen to end. its d journey dat kills me. i just hope things will beter sooner :( crybaby as i am. hope ur fine" (sic)

I am so not in a consoling mood right now. Odd how I can be so intolerant of other people's drama when I myself can be so easily reduced to a gushing funeral when things don't go my way. I cringe now when I read back on old posts. It's just crazy how I can lose myself. I suppose it's a good thing that I can look back and be utterly annoyed by my self-pity. Self-pity is like B.O., you can't smell it while you are soaking in it, but everyone else can. I remember though that it took a good round of SSRIs, a lot of yosi binging, a few good scriptures and quotes, family and most of all awesome friends to get me through. I can imagine now how heavy it must have been for them. Being a shoulder-to-cry-on = carrying a lot of dead, sobbing weight around. I guess it's my turn now? Suckage. Wala akong tyaga! I'll reply tomorrow. Maybe.

P.S. I want my own unbearably adorable puppy that can't get right-side-up.