i want to go to 'black widow' land. there, i will get to mix around with my own species. and the only problem i would face is whether i will get bitten or not. if i dun get bitten, i live. and if i do get bitten, i die. it's as simple as dat.
today, depression has decided to be back with a vengeance. i do hav those relapses once in a while. there would be an allocation of one day whereby it needs the slightest of unhappy incident to trigger an outburst of depression.
and when i'm upset, i need to be left alone. i dun wish any innocent party to get an acid tongue-lashing from me. neither do i want to get all melancholic. i hate showing my weaker self.