Shoot! I don´t know why I feel so low. I´m not into drugs. Yet, these mood swings happen ever so often. It´s becoming a nuisance in my life. Well, I better make the best out of another lemon in my life.

          When I come to really think of it, there are really some things that trigger my masculine version of PMS. Yet, plunging to the very bottom of my emotions, I find that the causes of such are simply too shallow. Well, be they shallow or not, they really kick the hell out of me. It plainly kills my creativity and enthusiasm. All of a sudden I wish I am back inside my mother´s womb once more.

          I just want to hide from the rest of the world today. Or at least find someone real to pour out my emotions to. It´s not that I don´t have friends. In fact, I have a lot who are willing to talk things out. Yet, I just don´t want them to know these silly things that grab me by my most sensitive organ (that would be my heart, you perverts!). They might not see these things as I see them.

          You´re right. I´m wearing a mask. I´m wearing a mask to hide who I really am. It´s between myself and God. Not even my "most bestest" friend know this part of me. It´s like a deep dark secret I hide from the rest of the world that all they would see is my bright and bubbly side. Even if they open me up like a cadaver, they´ll never get to see what bothers me most of the time. The most I could show them is a downcast face when things fail. But this part of me... I doubt it.