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[24 Nov 2003|10:53pm] |
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My hair smells like smoke. I like this smell.. It chokes my lungs but makes me feel alive inside.. I met this great guy and I really like him.. I am finally getting what I wanted.. But whenever I feel so sad like I want to wall myself up and blast some emo, I want everyone to stay away.. Should I lose this chance because I'm sad or should I just get the fuck over it and go on with my life? I hate life.. It's such a pain in the ass.. It's weird.. At school I'm happy, at home I'm miserable..
Love, The Emo Girl
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