I'm Not Okay ((I Promise)), My Chemical Romance
I've made a few posts recently about certain social problems occouring in our world today. Well, you may all rest at ease, for I am returning this self-motivated journal back to the style it once held. Me.
I mean, shit, it's all about me, right? *smirks a bit* Of course it is. It's my right to write, and if I choose to waste space and time jabbering on about the inconsequential troubles, trials, and toys I manage to accumulate, well, I'll goram do it!
Not to get terribly Emo on anyone, here, but it shouldn't come as a surprise that on occasion, I tend toward a more nihilistic viewpoint. Yeah, we all get depressed, right? Right. So what's the big fuckin' deal? Anytime I manage to hit up that less-than-jubilant mindset, I'm set upon by people attempting to fix me. And hey, the inner-pity-whore curled up in a ball somewhere near my colon eats this kind of attention up. No biggy, I'm not too proud to take adoration and attention where I can get it. But I'm going to rest all of your minds and hearts at ease on this one... I don't need to be fixed... At least not regarding the problems you hear about.
C'mon... A control-freak like me, just throwing his most personal feelings and thoughts out there to be converted into armament for his enemies? Oh no, I should think not. *smiles a bit more* I mean, yeah, I have actual feelings, shock of shocks, and thoughts that are less than pure or pleasent. But rarely do I leave that laundry out to dry.
None of us do, really. Maybe I'm goin' out on a limb on this one, but the legions of goth, emo, and, really, kids in general have all got it in us to throw up a screen of false-doubts and insecurities to draw attention to us. But we aren't trusting enough to hand out the real meal to everyone, so all that's given is the appetizer, yes? Yes.
In this meandering train of thought, I suppose what I'm getting at is this: We're all fucked up, and that's cool. It's part of who we are to be messed up at least half the time, if not more. Remember that whole "definition through misery" thing? That's exactly what I'm talkin' about. So seriously, don't worry about the fix, just cure the symptom. Chances are, most people will never really give you a decent indication as to the actual disease... opting instead to be soothed and hair-stroked, and told that everything is just fine.
It's pretty lies such as that one that make it okay to wake up in the morning.
-Devlin
I mean, shit, it's all about me, right? *smirks a bit* Of course it is. It's my right to write, and if I choose to waste space and time jabbering on about the inconsequential troubles, trials, and toys I manage to accumulate, well, I'll goram do it!
Not to get terribly Emo on anyone, here, but it shouldn't come as a surprise that on occasion, I tend toward a more nihilistic viewpoint. Yeah, we all get depressed, right? Right. So what's the big fuckin' deal? Anytime I manage to hit up that less-than-jubilant mindset, I'm set upon by people attempting to fix me. And hey, the inner-pity-whore curled up in a ball somewhere near my colon eats this kind of attention up. No biggy, I'm not too proud to take adoration and attention where I can get it. But I'm going to rest all of your minds and hearts at ease on this one... I don't need to be fixed... At least not regarding the problems you hear about.
C'mon... A control-freak like me, just throwing his most personal feelings and thoughts out there to be converted into armament for his enemies? Oh no, I should think not. *smiles a bit more* I mean, yeah, I have actual feelings, shock of shocks, and thoughts that are less than pure or pleasent. But rarely do I leave that laundry out to dry.
None of us do, really. Maybe I'm goin' out on a limb on this one, but the legions of goth, emo, and, really, kids in general have all got it in us to throw up a screen of false-doubts and insecurities to draw attention to us. But we aren't trusting enough to hand out the real meal to everyone, so all that's given is the appetizer, yes? Yes.
In this meandering train of thought, I suppose what I'm getting at is this: We're all fucked up, and that's cool. It's part of who we are to be messed up at least half the time, if not more. Remember that whole "definition through misery" thing? That's exactly what I'm talkin' about. So seriously, don't worry about the fix, just cure the symptom. Chances are, most people will never really give you a decent indication as to the actual disease... opting instead to be soothed and hair-stroked, and told that everything is just fine.
It's pretty lies such as that one that make it okay to wake up in the morning.
-Devlin