You're an Artiste.

The heat's on you.

It'll always be your fault.

Its just like how my own mother never takes my side in my quarrel with another kid even if I was never at fault.

My mum would apologise. And once I got home, I was the one who got the beating.

She always told me "I will never blame other people's kid. I will only blame you."

Good for her. Bad for me.

I grow up always blaming myself.

But grown-ups these days call that self-pity.

But when I put the blame elsewhere, its also called having the wrong attitude and not being easy to work with.

This is a complicated world.

And yes, Quany, I am emo.

Please don't scoff at my emo-ness. I never scoffed when you were emo.

And we're supposed to be like the most emo of the lot remember?

So emo people stick together ok...

I just need to get it off my chest somehow. Somewhere.

Save myself from the perils of myself.

I am complicated. More complicated than i thought.

Jk Rowling should invent a new spell i would definitely wanna use...

UNCOMPLICATE!
*green and red bolts of lights splutter out of my pencil*