It never occur to me to realize when I'm feeling down and a bit blue, I've always expressed it through writing. Either in a form of a diary, an email which aren't intended to be sent to anyone, a wall, a piece of a tissue, or just a short word in any paper that were ready to grab. I didn't realize about it until I've opened my old note book that I found left unopened for quite sometimes. This habit of mine have been lasted since I know how to spell.
To be frank, although I'm the kind of person that express my feeling of gayness very well but on the opposite side, I beg the differ. When I'm not in the mood, I never actually talk about my problem to anyone. So I find writing is very therapeutic. I would write and keep the note to myself. Just a simple short note and I'd able to sleep the problem off. Call me an ego but thats just the way I've always been.
The good thing about it is when I woke up I never actually remembered what my problems were. Although it wasn't entirely, but it was enough to just make me move on.
Oh goodness me, I do feel a bit blue but I shall sleep now. Who knows, maybe when I wake up, sunshine will be waiting for me. And I'll be able to carry on.