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This is a rant I had some time ago that I thought I might share with you. Being emo is a very selfish state of mind and in my opinion there is almost no circumstances that justify it unless you have been brutally raped or something along those lines. Sorry, but your girlfriend/boyfriend breaking up with you is no excuse to act like a fucking depressed retard. Neither is your parents getting divorced, or someone at school calling you ugly. Get over it because it's part of life. If you really feel that you can't take that kind of treatment, do us all a favour and kill yourself now because it will only get harder. Life is tough, start getting used to it. Speaking of life being tough, watch this clip on YouTube. If you've watched it, you can see what it means to have a tough life. These people can't afford fancy hair styles and colours. They can't afford new clothes or shoes. They can't afford anything like that, no school, water or food. Imagine being in their shoes. Don't look at them like they are any different to me and you, because they are not. Imagine being their age and having no Mother or Father, without any idea how to feed their brothers or sisters, let alone themselves. Don't ever forget that on the other side, the grass is not greener. In fact there is no grass at all. On the other side of the fence, there is nothing but death, fear, pain and injustice. So instead of feeling so sorry for yourselves, why don't you take a look at your own indulgent lifestyles and try to spare a thought for these children who are dropping like flies every day. Can you even imagine the amount of pain being suffered every second by people all around the world? Right now as you read this, children are dying. In the time it takes for you to listen to 10 ticks of a clock, 3 children have died. 3 children with names, dreams, feelings and unique personalities. Children that cry the same as us, laugh the same as us, but can only dream of a life on the other side of the fence. I guess we can only hope that they die peaceful and painless deaths, although the sad fact is, is that most of them will die alone, with nobody to hold them as they slip away. Most likely they will die dusty, tired and hungry, lying next to a sewer or in the corrugated iron shed that they called home. So every time you feel sorry for yourselves, for whatever reason, just count to 10 and imagine you are the next in the line of children waiting to die. Makes your life a lot more bearable doesn't it? Post a comment in response: |
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