Tuesday, July 31, 2007
'Cause we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be
Perfect...

Today it seems to be Derrick's turn to be emo. Sigh. He's practically drowning in the sea of his studies and homework and projects of which have yet to be completed, and I can only sit at my computer table reading his messages and feeling pathetically sorry for him. I don't think it was right to even have told him that I went for a movie with Trevor and the guys earlier. God. I feel so pathetic. So useless. So...so...

Guilty.

I feel like I'm the one who should be suffering all that Derrick's suffering. I don't want him to break down and become emo or sink into depression like I did. Everyone says being emo is cool, but what do they really know about it? All there is around you is an empty void of darkness and disenchantment, and life seems to have nothing more to offer you. You tend to neglect the important things that really matter in your life, and mope and cry and worry over the ones that seem to be the most critical at this point in time. Heck, I used to be depressed over my unpopularity and shit and now I'm on the outside, looking in at the most treasured person in my universe depressing over his schoolwork. God.

FUCK SCHOOL.

They should be bombed or set fire to. What good are they for? Hell, what good is education for, other than getting you cushy jobs or social respect? Everyone keeps stressing over the importance of studying and getting good grades, but do they even fucking realize how much this generation despises it and how many people are actually breaking down or committing suicide (touch wood) over examinations? It seems like our whole fucking life depends on one stupid letter on a piece of useless paper. If we don't get that A+ in Geometry or if we don't score at least 85% and above for our overall results, then that's it. SNAP! and next thing you know, this genius leaps off a 20 story building because he failed to attain full marks on his latest History paper that won't even be counted in the semester's marks.

I just wish I could quit school.

Sigh.


These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all
Of me...