i think alot of things have been blow up to proportion lately.
and i think that sometimes i feel guilty for feeling lonely. that i feel guilty for feeling hurt. that i feel guilty for feeling... sad.
...but there is no use for complaining. No use for me, or for you.
The word "emo' has been blown out of proportion these days. There's different kinds. Emo like "Oh that kid cuts his wrists" or they "Dress emo" Get over it. I hate stereotypes. But I hate fakers even more.
Get over the fact that everything isen't good and fine, and sometimes you need to cry about it. Stuff happens, and you react to it. There is nothing worse then feeling numb. Life isen't all fine. And life isen't all darkness. There's a fine line in the middle and your oblivious to it. Sometimes you need to scream about it. That's real. And that's the only thing you have to hold onto right now.
But... move on. There is a light in this tunnel. Your just not looking hard enough.
Im not looking hard enough.
There has to be dark and muddy waters to give the sun something to background it's flasing glory. ("A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" by Betty Smith)
Best:
1) snowboarding monday maybemaybe. who wants to come?
2) new photoblog. nothings really posted yet but keep checking: http://saidinaphotograph.blogspirit.com
3) no homework. no work. no work tomorrow. call me, we'll hang out :)
1 comment:
if you do not go snowboarding on monday maybe we should hang out and do nothing. you know? maybe take photos?
The point is. I really respect what you just wrote.
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