I'm listening to the same emo song I listened to the other post. And I feel like I might cringe and cry again. I can't stand this, I have a heavy heart. And its heaviness a burden that is like trepidation plus melancholy. This feeling is bringing me down. The pride I used to have got swollen and it subsequently burst into tiny teardrops...and then those painstaking drops swam to the ocean and drowned. But my dignity is still intact. Nothing can dissect it.
I like it this way.
But someone needs to resuscitate my heavy heart. It's swelling now, and I don't want it to burst like my pride. Save my heart, please. It's too heavy to carry.
I'm lusting for my curiosity to vanquish itself. Either that or give me a damn time machine.
Why am I thinking all this?
Because I'm gonna miss 5. The class that I stuck with glue together is not waterproof. And when I leave, water might come rushing in. They need me. I know that, they told me. And I need them too. They know that, I told them.
I feel pathetic. They think I feel pathetic. I hope it's only a wave of paranoia. I wish that.
Otherwise, death might come rushing in in my ocean.
Emo. Me.
I like it this way.
But someone needs to resuscitate my heavy heart. It's swelling now, and I don't want it to burst like my pride. Save my heart, please. It's too heavy to carry.
I'm lusting for my curiosity to vanquish itself. Either that or give me a damn time machine.
Why am I thinking all this?
Because I'm gonna miss 5. The class that I stuck with glue together is not waterproof. And when I leave, water might come rushing in. They need me. I know that, they told me. And I need them too. They know that, I told them.
I feel pathetic. They think I feel pathetic. I hope it's only a wave of paranoia. I wish that.
Otherwise, death might come rushing in in my ocean.
Emo. Me.
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