Dear Diary,Mood: Apathetic.My life is spiraling downward. it doesn’t help that I couldn’t get my hair to flippy thing either.Like that guy from that band could do...Somedays.I’m an emo kid, nonconforming as can be
You’d be nonconforming 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. Cause our dudes look like chicks. And our chicks look like dikes
Cause emo is one step below tranvestite. Stop my breathing and slit my throat. I must be emo. I don’t jump around when I go to shows. 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 and now 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’s never any fun they say they already have a pussy. They don’t need another one. Dye in my hair and polish on my toes. I play guitar and write suicide notes
My life is just a black abyss. You know? It’s so dark.And its suffocating me. Grabbing a hold of me and tightening its grip. Tighter then 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 live journal and wear thick rimmed glasses. I tell my friends I bleed black and cry during classes. I’m just a bad cheap imitation of goth. 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. Screw X-BOX I play old school Nintendo. I like to whine and hit my parentals. Me and my friends all look like clones. I must be emo. My parents don’t get me, you know? They think I’m gay because they saw me kiss a guy well, a couple of guys. But I mean it can’t two, or four 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.