Long Hair is Commensurate with how Misunderstood you feel.

Sadako epitomizes this.


Ish Troo, eYe qUiTe MeEsHuNdErStOoD.

Blogger's Spell check is going crazy here. Haha. Moving on...

That's how I've been feeling of late. Be tolerant as I try to get intimate with my sensitive, personal emotions... This connection might take a while.

Stupid 56k dial up modem...

I'm feeling... lost. And not like Emmy winning hit American serial Drama "Lost", but rather just lost. I don't know what am i doing wrong here, all i know is that what I'm doing doesn't seem to be right. It can't be right because it feels so wrong. Then there's people: I used to scorn those who wallowed in self pity induced by their antisocial tendencies, but now, i think i am able to identify with this sentiment. Can't believe I just wrote that. I guess i'm just weary of not being myself...

I miss the time where i could just be myself in front of people with no apprehension that they would judge you based on how you conduct yourself. Everyone's a critic nowadays, and the only way to not be arbitrated is to build partitions around you, for fear that what you are would be mutinous to your cause. Time after time i have let myself get hurt because of being myself, and therefore i have inexorably adapted and became resilient. I am careful, careful to not give these "critics" anymore reason to condemn me the moment i slip up.

I don't like to be fake. But I don't like getting hurt either.
_________
How do you take something as intangible as feelings and embody it in definite form for the world to see? "My good sir, It simply cannot be done." Very well, seeing that the Literature paper is just around the corner, I will compose a poem in lieu of actual studying of set text. Enjoy this magnificent composition of depth and whatnots.

I lay in darkness
Nihilism, All I am.
Hark, Is that a Lark?

The Haiku, the form of Poetry so ravished in the blatant futile mimicry of great poets. Note how I inserted "dark and emo" words such as Nihilism into the verse skillfully. It helps fabricate the illusion that i am indeed troubled and rebellious. You could not tell the difference between this and the lyrics to the latest song by the coolest goth/punk rock band.

Perhaps I am being addled by stress. My cerebrum has been overrun by this madness known as "study." Hopefully I will regain clarity before tomorrow. You have my assurance that the next post has nothing to do with me... Please do not abandon readership lol.

If I wasn't so empathic perhaps I'll be a lot happier :/
SighX.