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"Dear Diary,
Mood: Apathetic
My life is spiralling downward. I couldn't get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Sufficate 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 in that band can do. Somedays...
I'm an emo kid, non-conforming as can be
You’d be non-conforming too if you looked just like me
I've got paint on my nails and make-up 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
They just call me a f**
‘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 with low self esteem
The way I dress makes every day 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 p***y, they don't need another one
Stop me breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don't jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo
Dying 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? So dark and it's suffocating me, grabbing a hold of me and tightening its grip. Tighter than a pair of my little sister's 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 give me an erection
I write in a live journal and wear thick rim glasses
I told my friends I bleed black and try to in classes
I’m just a sad, cheap imitation of God
through the catcher in the rye and watch me jack off
I wear skin tight clothes and while hating my life
If I said 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 hit my parentals
I must be emo
Me and my friends all look like clones
I must be eeeeemmmooo
My parents don't get me, y'know? They think I'm gay just because they saw me kiss a guy...well a couple guys. But, I mean, it's 2010--2! When four dudes can 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 that gets me. You're my best friend. I feel like tacos."
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A forgotten diary
This is the diary of a forgotten girl..
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