I hate how nothing can compare
I strongly believe that the more a person displays his/her emo-ness, the happier he/she is.
Life is being such a bitch right now. Making you yearn for something you can never touch, making that desire so unbearably strong, making you feel so damn bloody miserable because your life revolved around that thing. Only after many bruises and scrapes have you realised that that thing was just not meant to be, and once again you walk down the difficult path of giving up. Along the way you take a quick peek at other sceneries. They all look nice and pleasant, you'd think, something I'd want to look at all day.
And just when you are nearing your destination, life punches you in your face and sends you flying backwards. Way back; to the spot where you fell into the deathly trap.
You seek sanctuary in the shadows of the fearsome abyss.
Just so you know, despite my very frequent outburst of apparent emo-ing I swear I am not an angsty/unhappy/miserable/whatever kid. I am a perfectly normal girl who is really happy. (:
Life is being such a bitch right now. Making you yearn for something you can never touch, making that desire so unbearably strong, making you feel so damn bloody miserable because your life revolved around that thing. Only after many bruises and scrapes have you realised that that thing was just not meant to be, and once again you walk down the difficult path of giving up. Along the way you take a quick peek at other sceneries. They all look nice and pleasant, you'd think, something I'd want to look at all day.
And just when you are nearing your destination, life punches you in your face and sends you flying backwards. Way back; to the spot where you fell into the deathly trap.
You seek sanctuary in the shadows of the fearsome abyss.
Just so you know, despite my very frequent outburst of apparent emo-ing I swear I am not an angsty/unhappy/miserable/whatever kid. I am a perfectly normal girl who is really happy. (: