hello Mr.Hyde!

Everything has a dark side. Even the moon does. So it shouldn't be strange for you to find out that I have one too.

Somedays I wake up with the sounds of birds chirping and a nice cold breeze flowing in through the room. That usually sets up the mood for the day. Nothing can stop me from having a great day.

But sometimes when I wake up, the same birds seem to be a big pain in the ass. Nothing seems nice. Everything is painted black. I hate everyone. I'd rather sit alone in my room and curse every fucking person I know. Every little thing that has happened to me over the previous days keeps on resonating in my mind. Everything said to me, all the fun that had been made of me, everytime someone had failed to give me the respect I deserved, all these thoughts keep on flaring up.

You may not notice it, but Mr.Hyde's there right inside me, getting madder by the minute, trying to break free from the mask that he's wearing. Somedays I fear he really will come out for every person to see in all his true colors.

But most days I just go to sleep hoping that the next morning I would be woken up by some birds chirping in their playful vigor and showing me that Mr.Hyde has taken the day off. But for how long?

"There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark."