emofication

"in your head in your head in your head"

honestly dats jus how i feel.
its like everything's so messed up,
yet nothing really is messed up.
so maybe, it really is but in my head.

haiz. rockstar is over.
so lukas won.
but now dat its over,
my life is tending towards emptiness again.
it sucks.
now my wed and thur nites are empty again.
now i haf to find things to do during those hours.
i mean, i noe i shld be studying and shit,
but at home, i really cant.
there are wayyy too many distractions around.
the comp, my guit, my parents, fucking hell.
it does piss me off, the fact that i cant get any studying done.
haiz. wad to do?
i don tink studying 3 days a week is remotely even enough.
not with the kinds of marks i'm getting...
sigh. its kinda stupid really.

aniwae on the way home i was tinkin.
about this whole emo thing.
and i realise, i prob am quite emo.
really.
i mean, first the music.
i can safely say the emo music i listen to way outstrips every other genre.
breaking benjamin, taking back sunday, jimmy eat world,
rise electric, lifehouse, blue october,
its all emo. well generally.
and really, i don exactly listen to thaaat much music outside of those.
or rather outside of the emo/alt/classic rock genre.
den i guess my mentality is also quite emo-ish.
in that i dunno, i'm not the social-ish person.
nowadays i aint that much of a happy-go-lucky person anymore.
still, but alot less den last time.
i've got the whole fuck the world its not worth it thing going on.
haiz the everything lah.
den nowadays the kind of clothes i want/wear.
i'm wanting jackets and hoods and generally most things black.
long sleeves vs t-shirts.
and u noe, its not as if its a good thing.
if more den anything, i tink this could potentially be very disastarous.
on my sanity more than anything i guess.
.|.

haiz i love my music.
if u didnt already noe,
I LUV MUSIC.
it really is one of the few things that can make me feel,
or rather, make me not feel.
cos when i plug in,
it allows me to jus let go of everything.
i noe it sounds cliche and dumb and what not,
but its fucking true.
with music i can forget about all my frustrations,
i can (literally) shut out stuff.
it really is wonderful.
and also when i'm playing music, guitar or piano,
on my own free will, i feel...liberated.
yes i tink dats it. limited but much appreciated freedom.
its like it allows me to jus forget everything.
and the notes, the melody, jus takes over.
which is again prob why i much prefer,
and prob am better at pop/improvisation den classical piano.
serious, my classical sucks so bad, even tho i'm grade 6.
somehow -.-
and i tink the beauty of music is that,
regardless who you are,
how u feel, wad ure tinkin,
there always IS a song for it.
there some always is.
because music is so extensive,
and we generally don listen to very much,
compared to the actual amount of music out there.
which is why i want to amass as much music as i can.
not trying to sound lit-ish or wad,
but music is a very powerful metanarrative.
our experience can be explained by it,
cos there will always be someone else who has had a similar experience.
and the beauty about music is that one can make the experience last,
through songs, one can write about it,
reflect about it, everything.
its a medium for communication, music is.
and also its a music of connection.
cos pple can connect with each other thru purely music.
honest. sometimes i tink its much easier to understand a person by his music rather den by him himself.
because the kind of music that we listen to,
it really reflects who we are.
conciously or subconciously,
i tink we are all drawn to music that we can associate with,
music that mean something (or nothing) to us.
and hence it is a very good way of trying to know someone.
much like clothing, or like they say judge a person by his friends,
i say judge a person by his or her playlist.
and u noe, u mite jus be surprised.

"theres a really fine line between whats yours and whats mine."

honestly, it couldnt be any truer.
and it really isnt just about what is whose.
its the whole idea really.
when it comes down to it,
there jus really is a very fine line.
anywhere. everywhere.
and the sad part is,
we never see it,
we never know where the hell the lines are drawn.
only until we've crossed it.

haiz. all along, i've always believed depression is stupid.
and i still tink it is.
but the prob is, now i'm starting to wonder if we even have a choice.
what happens when we are pushed again and again,
closer and closer to the edge,
what happens when hate anger and fury builds up inside?
if we cant find a way to let it out,
maybe, jus maybe, depression isnt a choice den.
maybe its a natural reflex then?
to find solace and comfort in feeling like shit.
i really dunno.
but now there lies the real problem.
what exactly is depression?
is there a definitive definition of it?
because, these days,
i find myself slipping in and out of states of mind that are dangerously close to what i tink is depression.
and i'm scared. afraid.
because i don wan it to happen.
i've seen what it can do to a person.
and i am scared.

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i'll be thinking of you no matter what i do,
even when my life is up,
i'll still watch over you.
if u feel lonely and down,
pray tell u'll seek help from above.
i'm not perfect. no one is.
all we can do is try,
to make it all be right.
please remeber, that i never lied.
no one ever can know what its like,
to be fated to telling only lies.
i wish somehow i could tell u now,
you've kept me safe even when i left your side.
now this is all i have,
fragments of the person i once was,
all i can do to try and breathe.
and when it proves to hard,
try to remember,
that you could never make up your mind.
all i can say,
love will lead us,
in the middle of the night.
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