Soon

Dear Diary

7:30am. On the MRT today, there was a lady standing in front of me. She was a tad shorter, so when she text messaged I could see what she wrote (I'm bored dammit, I was bored!!). Her words she texted, possibly to her husband seemed to match well with the metal I was listening to.

She wrote "Anw dear, 2day I dreamt my mother died. I think im going to die soon."

At first I was like 'duh, everyone's gonna die soon. -.-'. It didn't take me long before I pondered over what she could be thinking right now. I recalled an experience similar to the first part of what she said, coz it happened to me once. I hadn't realized depression was so widespread, the person just next to you could be downright depressed. The lady took a seat in the row in front of me.

She had panda eyes, I noticed, her eyelids half shut. It's like she was emo on the inside. O.O I was suddenly reminded of how the 'eyes are the windows to the soul'. It was true. She stared blankly onto the floor. Her eyes were cold and devoid of light. Her misery was contagious....

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God....
Thank you for giving me this day for me to live the fullest.
It's a great day to be alive.