When people emo,
they should stop making it in tiny words and using the slash thing.

They should shout it from the rooftops and write it all over their faces.

When people emo,
they should cry from morning till night.

They should shout till their faces are red with rage and their throat hurts.

When people emo,
they should cry, scream, or just vent it all out.

They should not be emo.

cheer up deenie! i know exactly how you feel.

i hate it when i'm being misunderstood. especially since it happens almost everyday.

does the world really think that one can feel happy? In this society that has been degraded to the lowest of the low.
backstabbers, betrayers.
It's all in our perception of reality.

Let's change it, bring a little twist.

Do you seriously think that for someone to have felt the sunshine on their cheeks, smelt the freshness of the air, to really give it all up and live a life of misery where the sun never shines?
To know that everything was once within your grasp and to know that you will now never ever feel that wondrous rush again?

As a child, I used to love the rain.
The tinkling patter and the soft beating against the skin.
The cold rush and the fresh awakening.

Now, I love how..
When it rains, and your face contorts, it's just a raindrop falling in your eye.
When it rains, and your tears fall, it's just another bunch of raindrops.
When it rains, and your knees weaken, it's just the cold.

i've changed my mind. maybe she isn't that bad, maybe, just maybe, she feels lonely.
i can't help pitying you all, fiddling and playing around with the strings, never knowing which one is actually rubber covered cotton, ready to snap on those tender fingers.
how foolish.

once i thought your smile helped me laugh again, that I could mimic the tensing of your muscles and maybe, just maybe, smile again.
your jokes used to be funny, your actions adorable, and your face.. pure enjoyment.
now, they're corny, childish, and.. ugly. Contorting with rage never suited you, my dear.

i've moved on, without you.
and, i want you to know that.. i've sold the house; the house we shared.