We have our on days, and our off days. I've been having an off week. I've been doing nothing but bitch and complain all week about my life, probably because it's been raining the whole time and that really gets me down.

After a good dance session tonight with friends though, everything seems right in the world again. I guess the routine and mundanity of school, the dreary weather, the general drudgery of it all... It all got to me. I let it get to me, rather. Patience and tolerance have always been a struggle for me. I was so so so sick of everything. I just wanted to get away. And I got away for a bit tonight. Tonight I felt like I was back at home, in that pseudo-club full of hot sweaty asian kids, most of whom were drunk and falling over themselves. Skinny girls grinding their skinny asses away. It was like being in Phu but with a little more space and less air-conditioning.

I sometimes do wonder if I'm in the right place here. I feel happiest when it feels like home. Except that the boys are cuter here. Heh.

They say one of the symptoms of depression is a lack of interest in everything.

I don't think what I have is depression, more like I am unfortunate enough to be stuck where nothing exciting happens. The general boredom has spread to every aspect of my life and somehow crept into the psyche of my mind.

I now expect things to be boring.

I feel sad for myself.