"Dear Diary, Mood: Apathetic My life is spiraling downward I couldn't get enough money to go to the "Blood Red Romance & Suffocate Me Dry" concert. It sucks because 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 that flippy thing either. Like that guy from that band can do. Somedays..." I'm an Emo kid, Non-conforming as can be. You'd me Non-conforming 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, you'll 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, I must be Emo. I'm dark, and sensitive and 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. 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' 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, You know? It's so dark. And it's suffocating me, Grabbing a hold of me and tightening it's 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 could 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 I dress like a homo, I must be Emo. Screw XBOX I play old school Nintendo, I must be Emo. I like to whine and hit my parentals, I must be Emo. Me and my friends all look like clones, I must be E-mo. "My parents don't get Emo. They think I'm gay just because they saw me kiss a guy... Well, a couple of guys. But I mean it's the 2000's. Can't two... Or four dudes just 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 on that gets me, You're my best friend... I feel like Taco's..."