Do not read. This is a senseless emo post. I shall kill myself.
Tatay: "Alam mo kung pa’no mo matanggal ‘yang neurosis mo?
Tigilan mo ‘ng pagiisip."
Can’t do it. I’m addicted to thinking. I’m addicted to nightly, before-falling-asleep, eyebrow-knotting, almost-or-actually brooding thinking. Also, I’m addicted to Magic, the Trading Card game, but that’s not really the topic of interest now.
But then again, is there really any?
… :c
This afternoon, I walked around QueSci with EMO written on my forehead and SLIT and CUT HERE doodled across my wrists. And I was in all black with my hair down. And the word "emo" was repeated too much. Perhaps it was just something like a stint for the day done for the heck of it, but there’s something about walking around with stuff written on my bare visible skin… something that makes me think of the black ink which once said "EMO" seeping into my forehead, into my brain, mixing with all those chemicals causing imbalances, the muck in my skull now black slime… Agh, my life is a black abyss.
She dubs herself emo.
Oh gaad. No.
LESLY, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MEEE?!?!
Agh. *emoez*
