Okay, guiz…This is how it is… I don’t care if you’re scene…I don’t care if you’re emo…I don’t care if you’re punk…I don’t care if you’re gangster or prep or goth…I don’t even ******** care if you’re a nudist and you roll with The Wrinkly Bitches, k? But if you take that label and you make it yourself…If you change yourself to fit this mold…If you make your clothes and your music and your entire ******** life be that label, there’s something wrong with you… You’re not an individual…You’re not unique…You’re not anything special nor are you rebellious…You’re just some stupid little teen who’s trying to be something they’re not whether it be to fit in or to be a “non-conformist”…You try so hard to be different but rly, you’re nothing but the same… Don’t try…Don’t waste your time…Don’t pretend you’re this group or this person or this label…If you do, you truly are a poser… Be your ******** self…I know that seems like an overused phrase but it’s the only thing you should be…Alright…Dress in black…But does that mean that you have to listen to MCR, write shitty poetry, and cut yourself? Dress in pink…But does that mean you can’t listen to ******** screamer music and rock out loud? What you wear is not what you are…You don’t understand how unbelievably frustrating it is to have some faggy little 14-year-old come up to me in the hallway and be like, “Are you goth? I’m so goth…I wouldn’t be dressed like this but my grandma’s here…” (True story, btw)…and you don’t know how much I want to laugh when my annoying a** cousin walks over to me and tries to strike up some conversation about the shitty “hardcore” bands he listens to...Why? Because these fags think that everyone is a poser like them… I wear black…I listen to Nirvana…Cheerleaders sometimes piss me off…But you know what? I own pink…I listen to Chris Daughtry…Some of my best friends are on the dance squad… I don’t let some stupid label that society made up determine who I am… You know what I am? I’m a ******** beast…I will rock your world…My poetry doesn’t blow…I like stuffed animals…My MP3 player is always blasting…And every year for Christmas, my mom buys me a Barbie…and I keep it! So before you start thinking you’re “unique” and you’re “special”, just stop…Look at yourself…Why are you these things? Why are you a rebel? Is it because you wear black and “stick it to the man” with your shitty music? Or is it because you’re who you want to be and you stand up for what you believe in without making yourself look like a damn fool? Don’t be a queer like that XxPrincessPunkxX b***h or whatever her name was…She wasn’t standing up for people treating everyone else like a human…She was standing up for faggy poser emos getting made fun of because they’re so obviously fake… You can dress like an emo but that doesn’t mean you have to act like one…and that DEFINITELY doesn’t mean you have to call yourself one…Calling yourself “emo” or “goth” or “prep” is like calling yourself a poser…That’s all it rly means… So shut up or stand up, fggt, and stop being what you think is “cool” or what you think is rly “you”…It’s not…It never will be…and it’s better that way… Peace, bitches...
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