After a packet of cigarettes, I will be gone.

Just like the weeds has turn to ashes.

Smoke disappear in the air.

That's me.

Officially pronounce Eugene Tan is DEAD.

I crying at my workplace now. Every place every office i been to always have to be like this. But you, when u are working i suppose to take anything u give me, cant quarrel cant do this must accept this and that.

Damn Upset. Everything's my fault.

I'm sad. I'm quitting this job. There's no mood for me to work. I'm just putting my head on the desk and drowning myself with sadness.


Come and fire me.

I'm upset. I'm pathetically upset.

I can't tell nobody, I'm listening to my favorite songs and singing in tears.

Try to get some sleep later and hope i could have a good dream.




Nothing else I can say,
Lets just pray,
Hope I can see things in the right way,
to let my sadness go away.