Was talking to my roommate about our college alter-egos when Karen Kunawicz' name came up. "On the Verge" was so emo-goth, I thought I'd laugh at it when I read it again, but oh you foolish foolish child. Not with a heavy, hormonal heart you won't.

Check back again after a couple of days, I'd probably be giggling silly over this. After all, its supposed to be all rainbows, ponies and lollipops from now on di ba?

Sana lang.



NINETIES depression is so... nineties.

Why? Why? Why?

I don't even want to extrapolate.

I just want to ask. No tragedies. No victims. Life doesn't work that way kid, takes no prisoners, the only victim is yourself.

But why?!

Is it so bad to be all emo, in levels that would put obstruction xray plates to shame?

Yes.

Shit hits the fan when you turn around and what you've been missing stares you in the eye.

Crap.