|THE EMOO SONG. god i love this thing.
||[Oct. 31st, 2005|09:26 pm]
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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 you know... I’m an emo kid, non-conforming as can be You’d be non-conforming too if you look 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 dressing in drag I call it freedom of expression, most just call me a fag Our dudes look like chicks and 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 I must be emo 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 sister’s mascara 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 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 I must be emo I play guitar and write suicide notes I must be emo my life is just a black abyss... ya know..it’s so dark. And it’s suffocating me, grabbing a hold of me and tightening its 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 wrist in every direction Hearing songs about getting dumped gives 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 that I like 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 don’t get me ya know. They think I’m gay just because they saw me kiss a guy…well, a couple guys …but still, I mean it’s the 2000’s, can’t two…or 4 dudes make out with each other without being gay. I mean, chicks dig that kinda thing anyways. I don’t know diary, sometimes I think you are the only one that gets me…you’re my best friend. -pause- i feel like tacos...|