Depressed

I know that i might seem a little negitive sometimes, but I am not depressed in any way. I like the negative way to think, but I won't act on it. And just because when i'm sick and its pollen season, doesn't mean i'm depressed. My mom had brought this up when she sa i wasn't feeling good, but illness is not a sign of depression, is it? But the point is my way of thinking, or the fact that i'm tired after going to school and walking home while i'm sick, should not lead anyone to think i'm depressed.

Prying

I love people watching, just because it leads to insight. If you watch and talk to some one enough you can figure out there whole personality or if they're hiding something. But if you just watch and listen to everything and everyone around you, is that really eavesdropping? Or is eavesdropping listening intentually, rather than just using it as a sort of entertainment?

Laziness

I live in a world full of lazy people, who will either deny that they are or don't even notice. Some people claim that others are lazy and don't admit that they themselves are. I personally know that I'm lazy, and will easily admit it. But for the things that I truely desiar I will not let my lazyness get in my why, I will overcome it. Some no matter how much they want something won't get it because they refuse to give up their comforts.

Blue

Blue is the color of sadness, but is one of the most popular colors. Which says that deep down we all know we're sad, about something, anything. I love blue, it's deep and dark, but it can be light. It's a mix and can be what it wants.

Emo

Today i felt motionless and cold. People/friends called me emo, which to me is both a comment and a disgust. I don't want to be classefied, but i do like the main thinking of emos, although it would be nice to call them something that sounds better. But my sore throat and cold, or whatever illness i currently have, affected my mood great. But i felt nothing, when i laughed it seemed fake and i was indifferent to every issue that would have caused me to yell, which i couldn't because of my sore throat. I was unable to hold my mask up and was left wide open, which sacres me now to think of. But I love my life with out my mask, but will i ever be able to take it off again?