I was emo for about a month after my first girlfriend ever dumped me. (being my first, I took it pretty hard) But I wasn't emo in that whole fashion way or like... "popular" way, plus the term "emo" didn't exist at the time. I was seriously miserable and just wore the darkest colors in my waredrobe. Looking back, yeah it was stupid and silly, very very silly, but I think I had a pretty good excuse to feel like sh*t. Anyway, these days I can't stand emo people. I can sympathize with sad people, if say something really horrible has happened or something, but people who are emo just because... that's bullsh*t!
"MY LIFE IS HORRIBLE, MY PARENTS TRIED TO TAKE MY CIGARRETTES AWAY FROM ME, BUT I TOLD THEM IM 15 AND CAN DO WHAT I WANT!!! THEN I CAME UP HERE AND AM TELING YOU THIS DIARY, YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE THAT UNDERSTANDS ME! WHEN I SUDDENLY START TO CRY AND CUT MYSELF AT SCHOOL, PEOPLE THINK THAT'S NOT NORMAL, BUT THEY DON'T KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO GROW UP ON THIS CUL-DE-SAC IN MY UPPER-MIDDLE CLASS HOME! BESIDES, I DON'T EVEN HAVE A MERCEDES... I JUST HAVE A LEXUS, AND IT'S NOT EVEN BLACK, SO IT CAN'T MATCH MY FINGERNAILS!!! LIFE'S SO HARD, IT SUCKS, SOMETIMES I JUST WANT TO DIE!!!!!
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See that... that's bullsh*t, and it sadly exists. My sister is an emo and so are her friends and they drive me insane. They always reek of some substance, and all they do is whine. But the worst part of it is... my sisters girl friends would be SOOO hot if they weren't emo and actually took care of themselves. Another thing is, I can no longer distinguish between her girl friends and guy friends. They wear the same clothes! Have the same hair! The same pale skin and the same acne! They all have a stupid nose piercing too. What a bunch of idiots.
That's my emo rant. Screw those f*ckers!