i’m no shooting star.

May 20, 2008

Shell.

Filed under: scar on the wrist — Tags: — marz ^_^ @ 8:38 pm

It’s funny, really, how in the end, I realize that I’m a very apathetic person. Either that, or I really do have my own world. Yeah, I might be part autistic. I’ve been trying to give a damn and somehow, the message never gets across. Like I’m screaming my lungs out in an extremely isolated place or something. It’s likeĀ beingĀ an oasis in the middle of the desert, only that no one ever sees the oasis. And since no one ever listens to what I have to say, I’ve learned to shut myself inside a shell and talk to myself instead.

Then people have been prodding me to come out of my shell. But I don’t listen. They didn’t listen when I still cared. Now, I don’t care.

Because being inside the shell feels so much better.

4 Comments »

  1. Shell ah. Akala ko Petron ka =)) XDXD

    Comment by Alvin — May 20, 2008 @ 9:00 pm

  2. what. the. hell.

    Comment by marzzz — May 20, 2008 @ 9:01 pm

  3. Somehow i missed the point. Probably lost in translation :) Anyway … nice blog to visit.

    cheers, Prickly.

    Comment by Prickly — June 19, 2008 @ 1:55 pm

  4. So emo. But well, I can relate. You see, that’s the way I feel sometimes. (Probably because I’m “emo,” though not quite?) There are times when I feel like nobody really wants to listen to me, even though what I’m saying is credible enough to be believed. It’s pretty ironic, though true, that they don’t give a damn about credibility at all. It’s all about being cool or not, having “it” in you, or none at all. When you’re the former, well, lucky you. But if you’re the other type of person who’s not as cool as they are, despite the fact that you know more RJA/MCR (whichever band is cool to you) songs than they do, well, sorry, but you’re not in, so they won’t listen to you. They don’t even know you exist! You know you’ve contributed much to the betterment of your people, but then, it’s as if you were Gloria and the people didn’t give a peep about you. Better that they hated you–at least they know you’re right there.
    P.S.
    I’m not sure if this is what you’re talking about, exactly, though that’s the way I feel oftentimes. Just remembered.

    Comment by randomCAMIAonse — August 14, 2008 @ 6:13 pm


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