USF is made of mega fail

Today is the day when a day is just another day in one of the many days of my daily life, and life is sad.

Maybe it's how people try to replace the word sad, preventing them from becoming too repetitive in their compositions. I myself, at times, tend to replace that word for the same reason, only to feel that the replaced word is a complete alien inside my essay, thus removing it.

Sad is a word that represents unhappiness, sorrow. It may be a simple word, repeated so many times in writings and speech, yet to me it generates a powerful feeling. It isn't something that just represents gloom. It represents everything that's linked to it.

So when someone says that their life is sad, I really hope they know what they're talking about. It isn't because you've just let a wonderful chance to grab a plane ticket to some death metal concert pass by or having "bad luck", getting scolded, bitched, whined for only a day. When life is sad, make sure it's really sad, and so sad to the point that when you say life is sad the word sad can no longer represent all your sadness.

That's the real "life is sad".

The holidays are slipping by. I'm wasting just my time. Tomorrow it's another boring day. But Creme's Zombie Tag is on it's way. Oh, tomorrow will be just another day. Another day to gay.

What the fuck?

Repeat after me my minions. "USF IS MADE OF MEGA FAIL THAT I JUST WANT TO SHIT MY PANTS!"

Just infected by sadness...