I no longer want to be an emo. I can't stand faking a smile, a laugh, and everything else. I want these smiles to be real. I want to laugh about something without hurting someone, or simply myself. I want to be with somebody who doesn't expect me to be someone else. Man, I am emo! Well, you don't need to pass a test to be an emo. You don't have much of a choice! It just come slapping you on the face. It's not a choice. It just happens.

I'm no longer a freaking suicidal weirdo. But it doesn't mean the faucet of problems has run dry. It doesn't mean someone turned it off. I, myself, can't turn it. How could anybody else? But then, there were these little people passing by, who saw me crying trying to bust this damned faucet. One told me not to cut my wrist. It may come off, and my faucet will never have a chance to be turned off. Another told me he have the same problem. Knowing how it feels to be lonely, he accompanied me. But I didn't notice how close he was. I carelessly splashed some problems in his direction. I didn't knew this until I turned to look at him, walking away from my life. I'm sorry. Ei...

I stood up, and left the stupid faucet on. I looked around me. I was astounded. I tried all my life to stop the problems flowing. But, people around me, who are damn happy, have buckets, pales, and stupid looking containers; God, Family, Work. These are the things that can contain your problems. Stupid! They were there all along!!! Everybody have these jammed faucets of problems. I was not smart enough to think of something to catch my problems, instead, I waited for the time I forget about it. Now I know why it always comes back. And the pain dives into my heart deeper than usual.

To all of the problematic people: snap out of it, dude!
To all of the people who cares: thanks...
To all the people who have time for the bucket, and pales...: that's great! Keep it up!

To YOU: I'm really sorry. I know it was my fault. I was careless. But I can't take this anymore. I can't take it when we just pass by each other without a simple hello. I know I'm stupid. But please forgive me. I know what I said, but forget it. Now, I'm telling you: Sorry. I need you in my life.

Labels: emo, life, me

posted by LOR | Permalink

I no longer want to be an emo. I can't stand faking a smile, a laugh, and everything else. I want these smiles to be real. I want to laugh about something without hurting someone, or simply myself. I want to be with somebody who doesn't expect me to be someone else. Man, I am emo! Well, you don't need to pass a test to be an emo. You don't have much of a choice! It just come slapping you on the face. It's not a choice. It just happens.

I'm no longer a freaking suicidal weirdo. But it doesn't mean the faucet of problems has run dry. It doesn't mean someone turned it off. I, myself, can't turn it. How could anybody else? But then, there were these little people passing by, who saw me crying trying to bust this damned faucet. One told me not to cut my wrist. It may come off, and my faucet will never have a chance to be turned off. Another told me he have the same problem. Knowing how it feels to be lonely, he accompanied me. But I didn't notice how close he was. I carelessly splashed some problems in his direction. I didn't knew this until I turned to look at him, walking away from my life. I'm sorry. Ei...

I stood up, and left the stupid faucet on. I looked around me. I was astounded. I tried all my life to stop the problems flowing. But, people around me, who are damn happy, have buckets, pales, and stupid looking containers; God, Family, Work. These are the things that can contain your problems. Stupid! They were there all along!!! Everybody have these jammed faucets of problems. I was not smart enough to think of something to catch my problems, instead, I waited for the time I forget about it. Now I know why it always comes back. And the pain dives into my heart deeper than usual.

To all of the problematic people: snap out of it, dude!
To all of the people who cares: thanks...
To all the people who have time for the bucket, and pales...: that's great! Keep it up!

To YOU: I'm really sorry. I know it was my fault. I was careless. But I can't take this anymore. I can't take it when we just pass by each other without a simple hello. I know I'm stupid. But please forgive me. I know what I said, but forget it. Now, I'm telling you: Sorry. I need you in my life.

Labels: emo, life, me