Strawberry Fields

I believe this picture represents the "ultimate emo" persona. What's more emo than an unshaved, desolate Jude (from Across the Universe) staring at a row of pinned-up strawberries on canvas, bleeding endless pints of red, imagining each and every piece of fruit as a morsel of his own heart?  (a slight mistake:  do strawberries bleed red juice, anyway?)

No, I'm perfectly fine.  Life is perfectly fine.  Actually, it can't be any more fine than this.  But there's just this stinging feeling I can't seem to take away (and no, it's not even the itsy-bitsy trivial problem I had last night).  I don't know.  Sometimes this is why a period of emo-ness is quite difficult to handle: coz it's difficult to explain where it's coming from.  It's hard to comprehend, that's why it's hard to find a solution for it.  Just like a wart that unsuspectingly grows on some weird part of your body and unwittingly goes away in a few months, sans the presence of any kind of cure.  Sucks, no?

What's funny (and a bit weird) about this "phase," if you may call it that, is that I'm not alone in this struggle.  There's Ate Eliza, who can't seem to figure out what's wrong with her either.  There's my cousin, Annalyn.  There's Annie, who just came back to school two months after graduating.  And a whole slew of other people.  So tell me, what's this, a global epidemic?

In any case, I hope this "phase" ends soon.  Sumasakit lang ang ulo ko eh.