Yearly emo post-- maybe I should start an annual emo poem day too

We've started cleaning out the lockers. We've stripped down the boards too.

It feels sad. Because it reminds me of a funeral.

We're burying schoolyear 06-07.

In retrospect, this schoolyear was quite... different. I've been transferred sections and I'm still grieving over that. I've become bestfriend-less and I'm still grieving over that. I'm losing my life's purpose and I'm starting to grieve over that too.

Overall, I've made some friends, and lost a lot more. Let me give myself a pat on the back for once again being on the losing side of this stock market we call LIFE. And I suppose I'm currently swimming in the cesspool, with no anchor or support system at all.

I sorely, desperately, miss my friends.

The whole irony of it is, I feel unhappier when I'm with them.

Maybe it's because there's a curious coldness that sits inside my chest, needles poking in quite sharply on that beating organ in the chest cavity. Maybe it's because of that awful lump in my throat that seems to grow larger every minute. Maybe it's because most of these things happen when they're all laughing together over a private joke. Maybe it's because of many other things.

Or maybe it's really because there's no hiding the inevitable: that I really am simply a face at the window, peering in.


Well, Steve Casell, I now can see why you told Paul Dano that highschool years are prime suffering material. Then at least I'm assured that I can be a fraction of Ernest Hemingway in his later years.

Kasi kung hindi pala, sayang naman lahat ng iniyakan ko.