Goodbyes

Oops. There goes another. One of my friends has had a positive response for admission to an overseas uni. I guess I'm happy for him. Anyway, I'm running out of friends here, at the rate they're shipping out! Leave me behind, why don't you all. *sob*

So anyway, dark stuff time. I'm just keeping a record of my thoughts. Memory is just a record. Bla bla. At the moment, I'm probably having a serious suicidal thought a few days a week. Well, I can't say that they're actually serious since I find suicide a great dishonour. It's more like a thought of just ending it all. I get that a lot, actually. From myself, that is.

I was just thinking about business and how some people say that it's like an informed kind of gambling. I'd think so, really. Economic models are good estimates at best. Periodic fluctuations can and often destroy apparently sound investments. The principle of an economy running on hot air is simple: No matter where you are, everyone is always connected. That, and the Butterfly Effect.