I am such a fucking emo.
I’m not your wrist-cutting type emo, neither. I’m too smart for that. I’m your "thinks about all the interminable gloom in life and gets depressed" emo.
For some people, life is a never ending trial. They struggle through ordeals that nearly kill them, one way or another. They might find a short mercy and have some time to smile and perhaps laugh with loved ones, before they’re thrown back to the grindstone to abrase their noses. Trial after trial, with stolen breathers inbetween. Moments of happiness they treasure, until the torment returns. And then they continue to struggle through life, waiting for themselves to die. And one day, they do die, and they don’t have to worry about life and all its troubles anymore.
It all seems rather bleak, doesn’t it?
Is that reality? Is that what everyone’s trying to ignore? To pretend that’s not how some people live? What is the truth about this life?
Truth is your view on something, based from your past experiences. In that sense, anything you want to believe can be the reality for you. People just tend to accept what the majority of what people think as the truth.
Well you think about it. I will be. And I’ll be killing myself by doing so. But I need to know if there’s a point to it all.