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i'd love to say i'm a happy emo kid.
there's two problems with that statement.
1. I'm not happy.
2. I'm not emo.
now, just to everybody.
Go Fuck Yourself.
everyone i know needs to go fuck themselves.
seriously.
everyone's so caught up in themselves that no one gives a good damn what anyone besides their "best friends" think.
but you have to wonder...are they realy your friends because they like you? or because it makes them look something different at face value?
because that's the only way people care how you appear, is at face value.
i swear i could make myself look like a fuckin' Hollister model or shit like that and everyone would be nicer to me.
Apparently i'm made of glass, because the only time anyone ever fuckin' makes eye contact with me is at band practice.
Why does everywhere i go seem too small for me?
i'm excluded fom all the little cliques and peer grops and shit becaue people don't like the way i dress.
whoever said "variety is the spice of life" sure as hell wan't talking about clothing.
East Lake is a rich, preppy school.
henceforth, by defaust, the whole band is a bunch of preps.
with the excepton of myself and joe vitale. [kind of]
and the whole band's too damn stupid to respect other styles of dress, i'm just the weird-ass kid you don't talk to at school.
Jesus God, some of you act like i'm the first person that's offended you.
as if i'm the only person you'll ever meet with a tendency for comic violence and randomness.
but that's fine.
but now you can rest easy knowing i don't care.
and so i know nobody gives a damn, so i give a damn for nobody.
until next time....
-A Ghost's Shadow
there's two problems with that statement.
1. I'm not happy.
2. I'm not emo.
now, just to everybody.
Go Fuck Yourself.
everyone i know needs to go fuck themselves.
seriously.
everyone's so caught up in themselves that no one gives a good damn what anyone besides their "best friends" think.
but you have to wonder...are they realy your friends because they like you? or because it makes them look something different at face value?
because that's the only way people care how you appear, is at face value.
i swear i could make myself look like a fuckin' Hollister model or shit like that and everyone would be nicer to me.
Apparently i'm made of glass, because the only time anyone ever fuckin' makes eye contact with me is at band practice.
Why does everywhere i go seem too small for me?
i'm excluded fom all the little cliques and peer grops and shit becaue people don't like the way i dress.
whoever said "variety is the spice of life" sure as hell wan't talking about clothing.
East Lake is a rich, preppy school.
henceforth, by defaust, the whole band is a bunch of preps.
with the excepton of myself and joe vitale. [kind of]
and the whole band's too damn stupid to respect other styles of dress, i'm just the weird-ass kid you don't talk to at school.
Jesus God, some of you act like i'm the first person that's offended you.
as if i'm the only person you'll ever meet with a tendency for comic violence and randomness.
but that's fine.
but now you can rest easy knowing i don't care.
and so i know nobody gives a damn, so i give a damn for nobody.
until next time....
-A Ghost's Shadow