I must be emo
Dear diary,
mood: apathetic.
My life is spiraling downward. I couldn't get enough money to go the Bloodred Romance and Suffocate Me Dry concert. That sucks because they play some of my favorite songs like, Stab My Heart Because I Love You, and Rip Apart My Soul and of course, Stabby Rip Stab Stab. And it doesn't help that I couldn't get my hair to do that flippy thing. Like that guy from that band can do. Somedays...
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I'm an emo kid, non-conforming as can be,
you'd be non-conforming too if you looked just like me.
I have paint on my nails and makeup on my face.
I'm almost emo enough to start shaving my legs.
Cause I feel real deep when I'm dressing in drag.
I call it freedom of expression, most just call me a fag.
Our dudes look like chicks, our chicks look like dykes, cause emo is one step below transvestite!
Stop my breathing and slit my throat, I must be emo.
I don't jump around when I go to shows. I must be emo.
I'm dark and sensitive with low self esteem!
The way I dress makes everyday feel like halloween.
I have no real problems but I like to make believe.
I stole my sisters mascara now I'm grounded for a week. Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies.
I can get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing.
Girls keep breaking up with me, it's never any fun.
They say they already have a pussy, they don't need another one!
Stop my breathing and slit my throat. I must be emo.
I don't jump around when I go to shows. I must be emo. Dying my hair and polish on my toes. I must be emo.
I play guitar and write suicide notes. I must be emo.
My life is just a black abyss, ya know, it's so dark,
and it's suffocating me, grabbing hold of me, tightening it's grip,
tighter than a pair of my little sisters jeans...which look great on me by the way.
When I get depressed I cut my wrists in every direction. Hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection.
I write in a LiveJournal and wear thick rimmed glasses, I told my friends I bleed black and cry during classes.
I'm just a bad, cheap imitation of goth.
You give me Catcher In the Rye and watch me jack off.
I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life.
If I said I liked girls, I'd only be half right!!
I look like im dead and dress like a homo. I must be emo.
Screw X-Box I play old school Nintendo! I must be emo.
I like to whine and hit my parentals. I must be emo.
Me and my friends all look like clones. I must be eeeeeemmmmmooooooo.
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My parents just dont get me, ya know. They think I'm gay just because they saw me kiss a guy. Well, a couple of guys. But cant two, or four guys makeout with eachother without being gay. I mean, chicks dig that kind of thing anyways. I don't know diary, sometimes I think your the only one who gets me. Your my best friend.
mood: apathetic.
My life is spiraling downward. I couldn't get enough money to go the Bloodred Romance and Suffocate Me Dry concert. That sucks because they play some of my favorite songs like, Stab My Heart Because I Love You, and Rip Apart My Soul and of course, Stabby Rip Stab Stab. And it doesn't help that I couldn't get my hair to do that flippy thing. Like that guy from that band can do. Somedays...
<>
I'm an emo kid, non-conforming as can be,
you'd be non-conforming too if you looked just like me.
I have paint on my nails and makeup on my face.
I'm almost emo enough to start shaving my legs.
Cause I feel real deep when I'm dressing in drag.
I call it freedom of expression, most just call me a fag.
Our dudes look like chicks, our chicks look like dykes, cause emo is one step below transvestite!
Stop my breathing and slit my throat, I must be emo.
I don't jump around when I go to shows. I must be emo.
I'm dark and sensitive with low self esteem!
The way I dress makes everyday feel like halloween.
I have no real problems but I like to make believe.
I stole my sisters mascara now I'm grounded for a week. Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies.
I can get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing.
Girls keep breaking up with me, it's never any fun.
They say they already have a pussy, they don't need another one!
Stop my breathing and slit my throat. I must be emo.
I don't jump around when I go to shows. I must be emo. Dying my hair and polish on my toes. I must be emo.
I play guitar and write suicide notes. I must be emo.
My life is just a black abyss, ya know, it's so dark,
and it's suffocating me, grabbing hold of me, tightening it's grip,
tighter than a pair of my little sisters jeans...which look great on me by the way.
When I get depressed I cut my wrists in every direction. Hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection.
I write in a LiveJournal and wear thick rimmed glasses, I told my friends I bleed black and cry during classes.
I'm just a bad, cheap imitation of goth.
You give me Catcher In the Rye and watch me jack off.
I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life.
If I said I liked girls, I'd only be half right!!
I look like im dead and dress like a homo. I must be emo.
Screw X-Box I play old school Nintendo! I must be emo.
I like to whine and hit my parentals. I must be emo.
Me and my friends all look like clones. I must be eeeeeemmmmmooooooo.
<>
My parents just dont get me, ya know. They think I'm gay just because they saw me kiss a guy. Well, a couple of guys. But cant two, or four guys makeout with eachother without being gay. I mean, chicks dig that kind of thing anyways. I don't know diary, sometimes I think your the only one who gets me. Your my best friend.