Morning light rises on broken waves of faith and through the pain and desperation, a light shines, though clouded with hate. You look upon it with the growing hope of someone finding themselves at home within their own heart, and pain pierces the golden light and you are struck with your guilt in the realization of your own folly, and you are once again cast back until you find no strength in yourself any longer to continue to look for the light, for deep within your heart you know it has forsaken you.
that was one hell of two sentences. teewsebnachsals. just stop being so erghjlkjahg. feeling in one of those moods again. yup. and there's stoopid school tmr and stoopid classes (lessons! after promos! wtf is the world coming to?!) and i am just so tired. and i feel so detached again. though this usually happens after a long night online, today's an exception because its barely even 12. its way too early to start feeling depressed and empty. haha. this is why i always go online only at night, or in the evening at most. time and place for everything...or not. i look at the hypocrisy all around me and i wonder: who is the real hypocrite? me? or them? or us? or it could be just you. sometimes i stare at people and think: shallow, but seriously who is the real shallow person? me or them? damn my english is deteriorating. life is just a stage where everyone acts, whether because they want to stand out or to blend in, but still a facade, simply because we are too afraid to admit how mundane and homogenous we really are. we are all really just the same, if you think about it. there are no clear cuts, no purely good or evil moulds, no purely selfless or selfish moulds. there will always be grey areas in our lives and characters. and because of that, because of those grey areas, we are all the same.
i think i'm getting too influenced by my uniform colour- what irony
