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A Little Less I've been going through the archives again, after reading a short snippet from a single story in a book that referred to photos as memories. I realised then I wanted to remember what life was like in my Secondary years. Apparently, it was all melacholy and I see so clearly now why people think I fit the emo, tormented soulful writer so perfectly. I still deny I'm emo. But I don't deny that people are quick to fit me to the forementioned bill, because in all honesty, I was asking for it. In my defense, however, someone once mentioned that there is a very large difference between 'being depressed, and being a little less than happy' and I'm taking her word for it. So a depressed, tormented, joyless poet, craving attention from his peers. It doesn't help that right now, I am dressed fully in black. It does help, though, that I am blogging like this, instead of how I used to. You don't need an example, do you? Just refer to the archives, anytime from around May 07 to July 09. Right now, I'm not emo, nor depressed. Just a little less than happy. |