Gawddd, I'm so bloody sick of all those preps calling me a Emo!!11!one
Like, IDK why life has to hurt so much. It's like, if life is so fair, then why do roses have thorns? And then, like, all those mean preps have to go and make fun of me and why can't they just see the suffering and STOP?
If there was a, "My Life Sux Moar then Ur Life" contest, I would win.
And I know, like, that every other person on the planet is suffering from whoremoans & high school (hey, that would be a great band name), but my suffering is original.
Seriously, guys; feigning depression is hard.
There is no way in hell that my affliction could be worse, and life in my quiet suburban house with my own television and computer is the worst in the world.
Like, the way I have to hold my head to make my hair all .... flippy and shit (more flippy than that poser Eulogy hair.) It makes my neck all hurty.
Also, its hard trying to wake up every morning and having to make yourself look like a woodland creature before I go to school. And my jeans give me camel toe. And Hawt Emo Boi X in my Creative Writing class doesn't wanna fuck me.
And I also just got Kanye'd two times in a row.
Only Gerard Way can understand my pain.
I want to see crimson blood drip from my wrists. But words hurt moar than any blade.
I mean .... it's not easy suffering from severe narcissism.
*sigh* Nope. Nobody knows more about pain than me. NOBODY.
- xXxDarknessSurr0undsmy DarkS0uLxxXXx666MCR ROX
PS: Stop calling me Emo!!! It's Scenester Kidsss.
I'm bringing Emo back, you other Emo's don't know how to Angst
October 6th, 2009 at 05:10am