Discreetly "Yappy"

I am far from happy these days, in fact have never been this lowly, in fact this has been going on for little over a couple of months now. I want to lighten up and share my tragedy with everyone on my phonebook, friend lists over Facebook and Orkut as well (I still log in every couple of days), and even with the old lady I bought  bananas from, the other day. But it is an altogether different matter that out of all the above, I shared it with just a few, and even they were unhappy that I did not deliver it in the Breaking News format to them.

So, the fact of the matter is that I am starving by the day, and this is an emotion/feeling/sensation/realization/and a hundred other synonyms,  growing bigger on me each passing moment. In fact, getting high had never been so much unconscious mourning, switching on the tubelights had never been so delusional, preparing a cup of coffee had never been this engrossing, not wanting to sleep at all had never been so sapping, and the urge to write had never been so repulsive.

I know for sure that this state of grief is here for sometime, and there is no escaping from it easily. I tried exercising all my restraint until now, when I can hold it no more and have to share it with you. This is my best attempt at keeping far from happy and sharing it as well, in the most discreet manners of all possible.