A little truth part 2

The following is a somewhat amusing conversation that I overheard way back in the middle of the nineties:

Emma's mother (age 43):
- Oh, look at that poor boy; he must be retarded.
Emma (age 23):
- No mom, you're supposed to look like that these days. It's called Hip-Hop.

Its simplistic elegance has kept me giggling off and on for the past ten years. At times there is just nothing more beautiful than the innocent truth (see also: The Emperor's New Clothes).

I will let the childlike innocence shine through.
I will let the childlike innocence shine through.
I will let the childlike innocence shine through.
No wait! I was being cynical, damn...

The Doctor Says I'm Better Now

Promise.

I wonder why people always seem to feel better when they don't have the time to think about their problems. (In reality I don't, because it is pretty obvious why it is like that...or at least to me it is.)

Ahh, the blessing of working nine-to-five.

Today's Problem in the Developed Countries

Linkin Park is supposedly a ridiculous band, but for an unknown reason some of their lyrics, aswellas the emotions their music mediates, suit me perfectly for the time being. Crawling, One Step Closer and In the End are constantly grinding in my head – I can even hear them in my dreams! Perhaps it is because I am in a ridiculous state myself...

Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling
I can't seem

To find myself again
My walls are closing in
I've felt this way before
So insecure

And as much as I hate it, I am forced to admit to myself that I am in exactly the same state as when I left for Italy last year. While in Italy I put a lot of effort into pulling myself together again and succeeded quite well, but over the last few monts I have seen it all get swept away again.

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

Why write something yourself when you can quote someone else out of context?

Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break

Drama Queen rears her ugly head and I cannot seem to do anything about it. Let us file this under "Today's Problem in the Developed Nations".

(For some reason the expression sounds much better in my native tongue. Does anyone know if there is a – formal – equivalent for it in English? Provided that you would recognise it, that is.)

The words you did not get to hear.

"Take care."
"You too. Good luck with the exam."
"Mh."
"Good-bye."
"Good-bye."

>click<

"And farewell, [NN], my darling. My darling...my little darling."


Well then.