Dear diary,
Mood; Apathetic
My life is spiraling downwards,
I could'nt get enough money to go to the ‘blood fed romance’ and ‘Suffocate me dry’ concert.
it sucks cause they play some of my favourite songs, like ‘Stab my heart coz i love you’ and ‘Rip apart my soul’ and of course ‘Stab me rip stab stab.’
And it doesn't help that I couldn't get my hair to do that flippy thingy either,
like that guy from that band can do.
Some days…..
I'm an Emo kid,
non conformist as can be,
you'd be non conformist to if you looked just like me.
I have paint on my nails and make-up on my face.
I'm almost Emo enough to start shaving my legs.
Coz i feel real deep when I'm dressing in drag,
Some call it ‘freedom of expression’ most just call me a fag.
Coz our dudes look like chicks and our chicks look like dykes, because 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, insensitive 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 so I'm grounded for a week.
Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies,
I can't get through a Hawthorne heights album without sobbing.
Girls keep breaking up with me, it isn't 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.
Dye 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 abeyss,
you know, it's so dark and it's suffocating me.
Grabbing hold of me and 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,
hearig songs ‘bout getting dumped give me an erection.
I write in a live journal and wear thick rim glasses,
i tell my friends i bleed black and cry during classes.
I’m just a bad, cheap imatation of God,
You can read 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 I'm dead and dress like a homo,
I must be emo
Screw XBOX I play old school Nintendo,
I must be emo
I like to whine and hate my parentals,
I must be emo
Me and my friends all look like clones,
I must be emo
My parents just don't get me you know. They think I'm gay just because they saw me kiss a guy. Well, a couple of guys. But I mean, it's the 2000s. Can't 2-or 4-dudes make-out with each other without being gay. I mean, chicks dig that kind of thing anyways. I don't know diary, sometimes I think you're the only one that gets me, you're my best friend. . . . I feel like tacos
and that´s why