Once in a while there would be moments when you think you're doing so well, then all of a sudden everything crumbles down.
Once in a while there would be moments when you think you have really worked things out, then all of a sudden everything that seems to have resolved themselves reverts back to the way they were.
Such is how unstable things become just because of merely a few words. Once the real sentiments surface, one finds herself in the middle of this mess that she has been trying forever to get out of, this mess that looks tough once but crumbles at a light brush.
Optimists view this as darkness before dawn. Pessimists insist dawns are rather escapism's manifestation. That darkness and dawns take over each other as the arrow of time zips forward is an absolute fact.
I am anything but optimistic. And I simply view this as emo-ness.
I had a chance to relieve myself of all this. Having to just give a hand and not be the arrowhead is a god's bless. I unfortunately believe in no god. Thus came the situation which I am immersed too deep in.
"Why didn't you just give it up?", you ask. Was there a choice? Life presented me with no other option than that, rendering the act of thinking over the decision ridiculous. I wanted it. Or I didn't want it. Actually I did, just that it was not for that reason which reigns others' minds.
I very well knew I couldn't, but ended up poking my nose in anyway. Should I have stayed out of this? Would it have been better if I had? What do you mean by "better"? For I, me and myself? Or for its own sake?
Where did it all go wrong?
Makes me ponder over Full Metal Alchemist's Hoheinheim's act of casting his Pride homunculus aside before all else.
How do you normally overcome your emo-ness? Emo-ness which stems from particular problems never truly disappear, unless the roots of everything are resolved. In the event that they don't, not in the given period of time at least, who am I to do anything?
Ignorance is bliss. Truly. Living in shallowness poses as an attractive option, which manages to pull me away for a moment.
But emo-ness is always conserved and transferred from one to another. The old self creates discomfort for its owner. The new self brings irritation to the surrounding people. Some.
Now, for some not-so-nice-looking and never finely-chiseled words. Pardon my language.
You think I want it is it? You think I freaking want to stuck my head in this? No, no and NO. I'm damn sick of this. How would you be able to understand? Maybe you don't? Not at all! I wouldn't be getting such $#!+ otherwise. Not from you. Not worth it for me to be getting all crazily emo over such nonsensical comments and issues! So now I'm the evil now huh? Ah yeah? I don't care! YOU! Do not make assumptions.I desperately hope this is a false dilemma.