Life Goes On

Why, after complaining peevishly about my life, I still don't feel any better. It usually helps a bit when I moan and groan here.

Oh please, don't tell me it's a sign of prolong depression or worst, early sign of Dysthymia. Oh no, I better get out of this state of feeling, or else.

I better get up now, put my Nike shoes on and go for a very long walk. I gotta fight this feeling. I gotta get over it. I know better than lying down on the bed, wishing it'll go away soon.

My life has to go on, with or without god's or anybody's concern. This life is a battle. I've fought it with dignity for 27 years, I can't give up now. I just can't.