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To get this out in the open, I know that I complain. A lot. You don't have to tell me. And because I complain, I must be emo. People complain all the damn time, but as soon as someone actually takes the time to write it out in a way not subject to the hurried layout of a note passed during math class, it becomes a sonata of endless, psuedo-gothic whining. If you took the time to look at what I actually write about instead of telling me I use too many adjectives or that my attitude is "so depressing and dark," maybe you'd understand that I am as far from emo as can be. I love my life. My life ******** rocks. If you don't have my life, you don't know what you're missing. But "my life" is not what I complain about most of the time. As a matter of fact, it's one of the few things I'm willing to praise unabashedly. It's the way the world around me functions that bothers me. People go through the day-by-day, doing exactly what I get accused of doing: crying about how horrible life is.Not my life, b***h. I got it made. 3nodding Your life, though? Wow, it must suck to be you!! You got an X-Box for X-mas? Oh, but no games. Go cry because your parents don't love you, you selfish p***k. Oh, your mom came home late that one night last week, gave you money and told you to order pizza? She must totally neglect you. You poor, tortured, over-reactive soul. You know what? unless you go home every night to an empty, drunk, or scream-filled home, I don't think you have much license to complain. There are people all around you who've never known a warm hug, not to mention a hot meal. They may have heard of that fancy new game system, but they're content with having got a new book for their birthday. Why? Because their parent finally remembered they exist. Or better yet, maybe they finally got a parent who loves them. The next time I hear a real emo kid talk about how no one understands them - and maybe he's right ; I don't understand how someone who can afford to wear a new pair of girl's pants everyday (regardless of gender) can whine about being neglected and restricted- I might just have to cry, myself.
Patchy · Tue Jan 03, 2006 @ 03:15pm · 2 Comments |
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