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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EG-eHlSYYa4 Dear Diary: Mood: Apathetic. My life is spiraling downward. I couldn't get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate me dry concert. It sucks 'cause 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 either. Like that guy from that band can do. Some days ugh... 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 make-up on my face when do i ever paint my nails and wear make up? i'm too fucking lazy for that shit 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 'Cause our dudes look like chicks, and 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 this is somewhat true. i don't really get all crazy when i go to concerts. at the most i'll jump during a few good songs and headbang but that kinda matters on the music I must be emo I'm dark, and sensitive with low self-esteem this is true but i've always been like that The way I dress makes every day feel like Halloween not true. i'm too lazy and it's too hot for that shit. i just wear a shirt and jeans like every day I have no real problems but I like to make believe i do have real problems. i see a psychiatrist, therapist and take many medications for it. it's called bipolar disorder. if you haven't heard of it i'd suggest you'd look it up. I stole my sister's mascara now I'm grounded for a week. Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies i don't sulk around my house all day long. i'm not really that sad I can't get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing i've never even listened to that stupid band Girls keep breaking up with me, it's never any fun. They say they already have a pussy, they don't need another one this might be true but i've never tried to go out with a girl, lol 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 in my hair and polish on my toes yes i dye my hair. so what. who cares? I must be emo I play guitar and write suicide notes i practice and play around with my bass guitar. how in the fuck does that make me emo? I must be emo My life is just a black abyss, 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 sister's jeans... which look great on me by the way. When I get depressed I cut my wrists in every direction i don't cut myself every single time i get sad or upset Hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection I write in a live journal and wear thick rimmed glasses yes i have a livejournal and i write in it, there's nothing wrong with having an online journal I tell my friends I bleed black and cry during classes during school i did cry but i had a damn good reason to cry and that's none of your business I'm just a bad, cheap, imitation of goth, looking back at myself in high school, yes...but i am no longer like that You can read me "Catcher in the Rye", and watch me jack off. i don't even know what that book is about I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life i wear normal fitting clothes and i don't hate my life. i hate myself If I said I like girls, I'd only be half right! maybe I look like I'm dead and dress like a homo I must be emo Screw XBox, I play old school Nintendo this is about the only lyric in this song that is true about me I must be emo I like to whine and hate my parentals i don't like to whine and i love my parents I must be emo Me and my friends all look like clones none of my friends look anything alike. we all have our own styles and such 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 guys. But I mean, it's the 2000's. 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... ============================================== an urban dictionary definition of emo kid emo kid A social classification that has been bastardized by scenesters, rich preps, and wannabe goths united. A true emo kid does not label him/herself as being "emo"...often this label is foisted on him or her against the alleged emo kid's will. True emo kids listen to whatever the hell music they feel like, and it is often poetic or expressive. Emo is not a clothing style, cutting your wrists, or being a frequent buyer at Hot Topic. Those who call themselves "emo" are most likely just trying to be "scene" and have really screwed up the genre through wearing generic, borderline gothic clothing that all their sad little friends wear. FAKE EMO KID tries to be emo because it is "scene" at the moment. Is often rich and frequents expensive stores like Hot Topic to cultivate a flawless emo image. May go so far as to draw fake scars in strategic locations so as to look depressed and suicidal. Claims to listen to indie bands that no one else has heard...and neither has the fake emo kid. TRUE EMO KID was most likely emo before this was a stupid fad. May shop at hot topic, but only if they actually like the clothing, not because they think it will make them look cool. Probably classified by friends and others as "emo"...the label is often not self-professed in the case of the true emo kid. Doesn't give a shit whether music is mainstream or not...it just has to be artistic. you like most stupid people now these days are getting these stupid scene kids mixed up with emo kids ======================================= next time you call me emo i will find you and punch you in the face |
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