I cheered myself up by buying my pink wig today.

Tried a green bob but didn't like it so I got a pink bob instead.
My siblings seem to find it enjoyably funny.
The first one tried it on.
The second one tried it on.
I tried it one.
Even the fourth one tried it on.
Everyone laughs.
But it's a nice wig.

It has come to my attention that I've been collecting very funny items for the past few years.
Top hat.
Pink wig.
5-inch platform knee high laced up boots.
The infamous pants.
The yet-to-be-seen shirt.
My many ties.
My shocking pink tights.
What will it be next?

The brother is in my tophat and my sunglasses.
I'm just in my wig.
And my stuff are just scattered everywhere behind me.
Just like my nerves are these days.

I'm now depressed and miserable again.
The wig was not enough.
I just feel like whatever I do, it's never enough and I'm sick to death of it.
I love Kinokuniya.
The moment you walk in, the smell of books just waft over and if you're a book-smell lover like SJ and I, you'll love it.
I love spending weekend afternoons in Kinokuniya.
Just sitting there and reading.
If I could afford it, you'll find me there every afternoon.