I don’t ever and never will blog about my personal thought crisis because I’m not one of those insensitive people who finds it only right for friends and family to worry about them.
It’s just not in me.
And not like there’s anything anyone can do for a thought crisis. Nothing concrete. It’s not like I need money or drugs or a knife to do someone in, but it’s as real as … well, real nonetheless.
So pardon me if I tell you to go kiss a monkey butt and eat a pile of earthworms. Wanni doesn’t have time for your bullshit, she has her own thought crisis to sit through.
Oh and if you don’t know what a thought crisis is, you (1) lived your life in vain (2) learnt English from a pingpong (3) should not as because then I’d know you learnt your English from a pingpong and I’d feel the need to go ask you to kiss a monkey butt.
