Whenever I'm not very careful (something which happens very often), I get afflicted with this baffling relapse of melancholy. I sulk the entire length of the day, the frowns being especially menacing in the early mornings when I just arrive at work. My colleagues will attest to the fact that the words, "I'm definitely snapping at you" are absolutely intelligible on my forehead. Or they're being tattooed on their brains by the lazer rays shooting from my eyes. Or the presentiment of hostility starts pervading the air feeding off oxygen, suffocating everyone else in the room.
Normally my disposition improves after a trip to the washroom. Because then I am confronted with my hideous sight in the mirror, and I convince myself that someone so pretty really shouldn't be looking so scary :p But recently, things are taking a downturn. I realize I'm not even pretty. And no measure of pleasantry is going to alleviate such a terminal condition :( I've lost the motivation to recover from my rather imposing habit.
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