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Diary of an Emo

"The sadness that only I feel"

Blog entry #1
Sadness level: Incredibly high
Total number of scars: 78
Current thought: This wave of depression is sweeping through my veins like a blanket of mopiness covering my heart and soul.

Today I was standing outside, trying to avoid the burning glare of the sun on my skin, considering the fact that all dies and nothing is everlasting. After the beginning comes the inevitable end, which led me into another slump of unhappiness in this life of mine, forcing me to add a further three scars to my already wound-peppered arms.

I was staring into the garden, though to my eyes it lacked the vibrant colour that shows to others, and instead I saw shades of black and grey, taking over everything. A sheet of muted scenery. A patchwork quilt of woe.

Then a butterfly flew into the scene. And my! It was coloured, standing out so much from the bleakness surrounding it - like a wiggling puppy dog in a sea of razor blades, all stained with congealed blood, which have been dragged over my wrists a thousand times in this lifetime, and will be a thousand times more. But this butterfly just stood out so much to me. I was so pleased, so proud and filled with a feeling of slightly less unhappiness than before, that I jumped out from my shaded outpost to catch the butterfly, to converse and tell our tales of how no one understands us.

Had only I thought about this event more carefully. It transpired that I was actually being lured into the sunny open air, from my shady canopy, where the rays of the sun connected with my bare skin. Throwing back my head and collapsing into a heap, I screamed as my skin burned and I was quickly dehydrated by the strength of this hot fireball in the sky. Putting forth all the strength I could muster, I dragged myself into the shade where I lay still, crying uncontrollably and unable to touch any part of my bare skin, from where I had suffered third degree burns from this evil star.

That butterfly flew off, undoubtedly cackling about it's evil ploy to hurt me, just like the world always hurts me. Another flaming projectile of hatred and hurt, directed exactly at my heart. A beef of torment in this sea of bleakness.

-Misunderstood
(MNA, September 14th 2006)

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	Diary of an Emo "The sadness that only I feel" Blog entry #1 Sadness level: Incredibly high Total number of scars: 78 Current thought: This wave of depression is sweeping through my veins like a blanket of mopiness covering my heart and soul. Today I was standing outside, trying to avoid the burning glare of the sun on my skin, considering the fact that all dies and nothing is everlasting. After the beginning comes the inevitable end, which led me into another slump of unhappiness in this life of mine, forcing me to add a further three scars to my already wound-peppered arms. I was staring into the garden, though to my eyes it lacked the vibrant colour that shows to others, and instead I saw shades of black and grey, taking over everything. A sheet of muted scenery. A patchwork quilt of woe. Then a butterfly flew into the scene. And my! It was coloured, standing out so much from the bleakness surrounding it - like a wiggling puppy dog in a sea of razor blades, all stained with congealed blood, which have been dragged over my wrists a thousand times in this lifetime, and will be a thousand times more. But this butterfly just stood out so much to me. I was so pleased, so proud and filled with a feeling of slightly less unhappiness than before, that I jumped out from my shaded outpost to catch the butterfly, to converse and tell our tales of how no one understands us. Had only I thought about this event more carefully. It transpired that I was actually being lured into the sunny open air, from my shady canopy, where the rays of the sun connected with my bare skin. Throwing back my head and collapsing into a heap, I screamed as my skin burned and I was quickly dehydrated by the strength of this hot fireball in the sky. Putting forth all the strength I could muster, I dragged myself into the shade where I lay still, crying uncontrollably and unable to touch any part of my bare skin, from where I had suffered third degree burns from this evil star. That butterfly flew off, undoubtedly cackling about it's evil ploy to hurt me, just like the world always hurts me. Another flaming projectile of hatred and hurt, directed exactly at my heart. A beef of torment in this sea of bleakness. -Misunderstood (MNA, September 14th 2006)