'batteries not included

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

6:00 PM

Dead Rainbow

The sun rises to take a peek on me then leaves me out to the ominous night. That is like the situation going on in my world. Believing the coming of good day, was actually a method I've adopted to fight the losing war of facing reality. Cars and bars rythmes and are the common topics for the 18 year olds. It's like what happen to hide and seek, or the crazy boybands that got us all hyped up. I guess after hitting a certain age, you just leave your seat at the blackjack table and join the poker table. I guess my plans on chatting about the lovey dovey controversies are out of the title for topics with guys and some girls even.

One topic down to talk about leaves me hanging actually with nothing else, maybe I should try to feel hype about cars and beers. So I'll be back in game of being cool and a nice guy to talk with. Well, it's monday afterall, it's dreadful. A start to a week, not knowing about what is going to hit you but you can try sleeping with one eye open. Well, at least I have something to look forward to. With a soccer tournament up ahead, it keeps me wanting to face tomorrow and get done with it. I guess there isn't much installed for me this week or not that I know of. Well there's one thing I know for sure, my emotions are just going to remain feeding on agony and sorrow pills. Not the best prescription of food intake, but it's what I've been surviving on the past month or so.

The emo crowd are just people who wants to show how they actually feel. Well give them the credit for being real, unless of course you think it is a new fashion statement and you become one. But, honestly coming to think about it, there isn't a need to flaunt your raping sadness by slitting your wrist or wearing night on your body. Just be true to your emotions and share the sadness to the close friend. Uncertain on where sharing can take you, well let me just say that sharing can take you really far. A variety of sharing beacon would be a close friend?, teacher?, pastor? or like what I am doing, people who visits this sink(webpage). Other methods includes, shouting to the open sea, do some sports or wear a joy mask. Choosing a fashion colour black just scares people away or look utterly gay for the guys. Conversing about skinny ties and the perfect eyeliner ain't the best options with the normal folks. If that's your approached then your conversations would have to be subtitled to the normal crowd. Well, there you have it, ways to quit emo. Nope there isn't a 1800-to-quit-emo hotline which I know of.

Weird that I would teach about quitting being emo when I find it so real in my life. I'm just glad I don't wear it. Remember people emo is homo, so don't start it. You feel it, share it. I know it's easier to bottle it up for yourself to see, but it's the main factor to your vapidness. Afterall, all these teaching seems to have spoken to one person and that's me. Constantly lost in my warped emotions and to find myself lost again. Well, My time here is done.

goodnight world...