#emoemoemo

tumblr Kaz: really soft, emo, tender

Hm.

I'd say silver piercings. Two snakebite rings.

When the night comes, and memories start playing on my mind. In that moment i always felt that im in the wrong position without knowing what’s my fault.

And in this life im always praying that i could be free without people telling me that im on the wrong position or nah.

Maybe i couldnt be the same like them, who can laughing without feeling hurt. Smile without faking. Crying because im feeling happy. Angry without feeling guilty.

I want to have my time alone without people disturbing me. And i dont know what’s the trully definition of emotion. Is as same as hormone? People telling me im on teenage rate. I couldnt endure it. I hate for being lose my control. I do like this rate when im still living on this moment. 

Even when i write this i still thingking am i right or not? What should i do in the future? Why im being so suck? This emo is such a trash. And i felt people didnt care about my own goodness. So i choose to be free and independent.

But how long? How long that i can be still happy like this? How much energy that i should wasting again? Dont you know im felt so fcked up? And that time the only question that ruining my minde through the wind moaned softly to the trees, and when moon shone brightly, and when the city bustling...