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this never ending
story;
emo;rant
August 17, 2008 5:35:00 PM

i wish i could say that i am happy today. well outside i am. but the happiness only sinks until halfway through my soul. just this little finger of happiness touches the very core. and i reckon i'm sounding pretty emo rite now. hey, i'm entitled to my emo days. as far as i know, there isn't any written law that says sue yin can't ever be emo. nobody's perfect and i'm definitely not. i find it really weird when you put on different faces for different people. your best friend might actually hate you and talk about you behind your back. your enemy might actually really like you.you could be really loud and hyper when you're actually broken inside. you're just trying to hise it. human beings... they're complicated. i guess that's what makes them... human.

i guess you could call this a random rant - but it isn't. i'm calling this one an emo rant. emo rants don't have titles and the rest are normal posts that tell you about the day and wat was funny. and wat wasnt. emo rants tell you about the feelings. emo and random rants dont happen very often. this is the first. make that second.

i dont tell my secrets outright. i make little hints and if you don't get it, too bad. that's not my problem. maybe you just weren't made to know my secrets. i wasnt made to tell them. i hate people who just pester you on and on and on to tell you what's going on. the minute you're sad or angry or just plain confused, it's automatically ;what's wrong with you?; or ;talk to me; or ;tell me about it; or ;do you hate me?; don't they understand that you don't want to talk about it? don't try to understand us. understand yourself first.

xoxo.





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