
i've only just begun to understand that liberation is not a right. it's a privellege. one that most of us take advantage of. not the "suppressed, human rights" type. but more the jump around with not a care in the world and no teenage emo angst type. which unfortunately has for the past few months, been almost impossible for me to achieve. damn it. i miss that liberation. which prob explains the pic of the girl jumping. she seems happy. but you can't actually see her face. so perhaps she was crying but at the same time posing for the pic. you know, that act that most of us have perfected? the one where your heart is at the pit of your belly but you face is grinning like some cheshire cat.
i had an argument with joel the other day. it was bout emo-ness. in my opinion, we should just suck up all that emo-ness, cry alone at home and smile and not burden other ppl with ur emo-ness. eventhou i contradict myself quite frequently. but joel thinks doing that would mean i'd be living somewhat a lie. that i should show the person i'm emo-ing about that i'm emo. but then again wouldn't that somehow give the person some kinda satisfaction? the ha ha now your'e the emo one kind of satisfaction. and sorry joel, but my ego just won't permit it. i need to deflate my ego now. before it backfires another time. wait. it already did.
Soundtrack: Michael Buble - It had to be you
Becky
Labels: emo