emo part 1...

Here i am, at a place where i am feeling lost. It isn't a common feeling nowsaday, but it just came uninvited at this very moment. Confidence and humorous are often traits that people relate me to. But sadly, it seems only the case in the day. When night falls, it is as if i am a chnaged man. Sensitive and lonesome. I would relate this phenomenon to one like cinderella, or simply a werewolf-alike. The overwhelming competence i am capable of doesn't seem to apply to this particular situation. As much as i hate this sense of loneliness that drives me into depression, i can do nothing but to keep my mind occupied to keep the feeling away. The war against loneliness doesn't end and is as if it vows to last forever. Even before i attempt to combat it, my brain has already urged me to forgo a battle that is bound to be a lost cause. Sometimes i wonder how did i manage myself to be who i am. At times i feel like i am invincible, while sometimes, i just feel like a loser. I can't tell why, not even the definition of "loser" which i chose to relate myself to. I just hope to get out of this purgatory and put my brain to sleep. I'm drained...