A glass of bitter red

Wine. Red wine.

I just tried to get myself drunk on red, but the bitterness of the liquid just puts me off. It is a new bottle, but somehow, the taste always seems wrong when I am drinking at home. The wine I take outside always seems ok, even if it was just one randomly bought by a friend for a party.

So officially, I am now mildy sedated. My thoughts free from the shackles of life, my mind free from the drumming pressure of the undead.

Life has almost come to an end for me last week, but I managed to pick myself up. I gave it my best, doing what can be done this week, but alas, God must have forsaken me. Today, I hit the end of the road again. It is as if you followed the yellow brick road and stopped all of a sudden -- because one more step would plunge you down the cliff beyond where the road does not continue.

Is this what life is? An introduction to what you can possibly achieve, followed by a harsh extinction of hopes you hold dear, then a summary execution to summarize your pitiful failures?

Applause people, celebrate while you can... for this, is life.