Overdepression…

Yesterday, i’ve just realized something that i was supposed to know a long time ago. Everything is worthless. Life is a stupid piece of ****, a boring chess game with us as the pawns. It doesnt even worth living. I lived as if i was dying. I tried to feel happy or acted as if i was happy, but then again, it didnt worth it. Everything has long disappointed me. What was supposed to be fun isnt fun anymore. I give up. I give up on life, on everything. I dont care crap about anything anymore. For now, i just want to end dis ****.

Part of myself dont want to see any of my friends. Part of my mind wants to cut my wrist or hang myself in the bathroom. I want to cry but then again, i have to hold it back. I tried to distract myself by doing hw, but then it only made it worse.

Srry… but im so depressed rite now that i cant stop myself from blogging my own feelings and thoughts. I’ll try to blog something nice next time, or is there gonna be a next time?

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Emo-ism

Up to now, my blog has been pretty much depressing since i kept bloggin’ about emo stuffs. But worry no more ‘cuz today, im gonna brighten it up a little bit (yea, just a little bit, too much would kill my emo theme… bleh).

Soooo, how many types of emo that u think exist in this world? One? Two? Well, actually there are several types of emo ppl. There’re the 100% pure emo, happy emo, and fake emo which takes 20% of the emo population. Fake emo are not literally emo. They just want to act like an emo, dress like an emo and think like an emo so that they can get others’ attention. After all, they just want to be kool, but that pretty much backfires and they become the lame ones.

About 70% of the emo population belongs to the first kind. They r the most depressing as well as having the shortest lifespan. They probably kill themselves when they reach 16 – 35.

About 10% are the happy emo. (Thats so not true. How can an emo be happy? All they do is feeling depressed and suicide.) But then again, not everything in this world is 100% pure. Even the purest water that we drink everyday still has dust and some bacteria in it. An emo is still a human being. He can feels what a commoner feels. All the emotions are not lost. Parts of them are sealed in the corner of his mind. Sometimes, he can feel it, and sometimes he cant. Thats y happy emo is so special. They act just like normal ppl act, and enjoy life as much as ordinary ppl do. There’s not a big gap between those 2, except that happy emo know the true identity of life. Life sucks in many ways, and yet they still want to live to their fullest. Only when they have a mental breakdown, death will come to free them from this retarded creation of god, the stupid endless cycle of life.

After all, emo is a being that has been abandoned by the rest of the society. They have nowhere to go, nothing to do, as well as no one. Its a pain as well as a curse. If u can befriend them, do so cuz after all they want to have someone to rely on.

For emo ppl, if ur reading dis, always keep in mind that:

“You’ll never be lonely if you learn to befriend yourself.”

-Happy Emo-

Just Pondering…

What would it feel like when i cut myself? Would it be painful? Would i be able to bear the unbearable pain? When I died, would that make everyone sad? Would everyone mourn for me? Would my friends remember me? Would they hate me? Or feel srry for me?

Its an irresistible urge that i’ve been holding for a long time. I want to cut myself, releasing myself from dis boring and sad world. I yearn for it, and yet im unable to do so. Would death be the same as living? Would it be another boring world in the afterlife? Death is mysterious, but at the same time, unpredictable. Would it be a great experience when experimenting death?

I Wrote Your Name

I wrote ur name in the sand

of this lonely, deserted beach,

but the heartless tide washed it away.

I wrote ur name with chalk

on the hard, coarse pavement,

but the bitter, thoughtless rain washed it away.

I wrote ur name on a piece of paper,

but by accident, i threw it away.

I wrote ur name on my hand,

but the cold water washed it away.

I wrote ur name in my heart,

and 4ever it will stay.

I love u with all my heart,

and 4ever u’ll always be rite besides me.

Signing off…