If I'm a movie, I'd be the scene where the sun's setting and I'm the character that hangs her head low in despair and lifting it up to the side for a really faint smile under the heat of the falling sun, turn around to face the empty long road, to stare at it, to contemplate it, to remember it; before mustering a breath to turn my back around and look forward. 3 steps, I stop. Close up, you'll see a glistening drop of tear fall to the hard brown earth. I looked back and the exit music comes around. The camera zooms out for a long wide shot, as the colors fade into monochrome and eventually blackens to the credit.

Emo not ? YUCK.
I wish someone could explain how I can make emotions a bigger deal.
I just can't get enough.

Okay, not going to dabble into emotions. I'm bad at this already.
Neil Armstrong reminds me of Sundays at loof with jeremy zhuang.