I was emo, 'til I found out it was a thing that was defined and quantified. Once I found out what it was I put down the eyeliner and the stripes and shut up about my feelings.
Ennui never goes outta style, it's a classic.
Always afraid of a cliche`, me...I'll run a mile when I see one coming, change direction and just fucking gun it. The older I get, the more obvious it becomes that cliche's exist because people fucking love them, and people fucking love them because they are so comfortable and appropriate.
It's hard to tear yourself away from your cliche` once you've found one that feels like it fits so nice, it's adhered to your skin and the thought of ripping it off is almost unbearable...and if you've enough courage to peel it offa'yourself you end up feeling raw and naked and cold and exposed and you wish for it, fondly, like a too-big jumper with the sleeve-ends worn trough to exactly the right shape, where your hands sit and your fingers poke through and it's the kind of right-feeling that you only get when you grow inside something ... and how do I know where I stop and it starts...and how do I remember why I should let it go and not wish for it back...how do I think I could give it up and why why why?