Sad and Bad

What makes a person sad? Is it the moon and its sad color?

Is it remembering? Or is it forgetting?

Like what did I wear in that party? Yes, when everybody was there.

When I am sad, all I do is to try and tell myself that people all over the world...they commit suicides everyday.

And for silly things. Like when their businesses fail, they kill themselves. The house is infested by termites. They commit suicides. Their wives leave. They commit suicides.

Pretty lame isn't it?

I mean, every other wife in the world goes away and never comes back, if I were to be asked.

When they feel that the world is too happy. They become too sad. And kill themselves. But I don't care about them. I am sad indeed. And because there is nothing happy about my life.