Friday, March 23, 2007
the anti-emo pill
Lot of knots lot of snags,
lot of holes lot of cracks lot of crags.
lot of naggin' old hags,
lot of fools, lot of fool scum bags.
oh it's such a drag, what a chore
oh your wounds are full of salt.
everything's a stress and what's more,
well it's all somebody's fault.
hey! get, get, get, get, get over it!
makes you sick, makes you ill
makes you cheat, slipping change from the till.
had it up to the gills... makes you cry while
the milk still spills.
ain't it just a bitch? what a pain...
well it's all a crying shame.
what left to do but complain?
better find someone to blame.
hey! get, get, get, get, get over it!
get over it, get over it.
--ok go, get over it.
twenty years old and still acting sixteen. suck it up and live with the consequences of your actions like everyone else. the world is patently unfair sometimes, but it wasn't to you. don't wallow in self-pity and pass it off as keeping in touch with your emotions-- that's just utter self-serving narcissistic bullshit. you chose the life you lead now with every decision and intention, and you damn well better take what comes because no-one else is going to do it for you. histrionics are for twelve-year-old self-mutilators, evanescence fans, and upper-middle-class far-east-plaza-junkie emokidzzz. so smile, asshole. and keep on walking.
i can't promise it gets better. but you will.
+ fictions&fires
8:27 PM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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