Does Prozac come in strawberry flavor?

I officially admit that I have a quasi-serious case of Depression.

After seriously losing weight over the past months, I am again stuffing my mouth with junk that commences my process of uglification.

But who can blame me? A person can only take rejection so much. Especially someone who hasn't really cultured a relationship with it. Rejection means failure. And I've just been acquainted with failure only a few times. We haven't really been thrown together so much as to develop some sort of congenial relationship. And now that we are constantly rubbing elbows, well, I can't seem to figure out how to handle it.

To Laugh seems to be more daunting of a task than going to the drugstore and asking for birth control.

Does POP mean popping out?

“Dito, Pop culture kami. Pero hindi yung mala ‘Will and Grace’ na pop culture. Dito, ‘Eat Bulaga’ ang pop culture namin.”

There goes another potential job.

But I don’t think that I should apologize that I find the repartee between Will, Grace, Jack, and Karen absolutely addicting. I don't think I should apologize that they give me a respite from the gloomy day that was. And I should not apologize that we have the same opinions and tastes on almost every single thing.

The Creators of ‘Will and Grace’ and I have the same sense of aesthetics, may it be of tangible or intangible things. There is nothing wrong with that.

But does that mean that I am forever doomed to receive the boot every time I would apply for a creative position here in the Philippines? Should I leave my family and friends just so I could have a happy and satisfying career?

There seems to be no place for me. Does that mean, I am utterly misplaced in this lifetime? Or is it that this particulart society isn't just ready for someone like me?