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I am not emo.

Lol.

You didnt affend me

trust me i dont get offended easily

unless its really hurtful

but its pretty, indeedly ok =)

@:Eri x core: Im sorry
about your boyfriend's dad and his best friend

That would suck.

i became emo because my dad tried to kill me and i dident know my mother untill i was 14 and my dad tried to kill me when i was 7 so i spent 7 years of my life living in an abusive foster home all i had were 5 pairs of clothes a razor blade and a chinese dagger that was the only thing to my name the foster parrents stole my razor and said i wasent allowed to feel good so all i had was my chinese dagger and clothes then i ran away for a month then the poliece found me and found my mom and sent me to live with her and the sister i thought my father had already killed it turns out my mother was looking for me too but i still cut and im still emo

i became emo for a lot of reasons like my father beating me, and negelt from both of my parents, but thanx god myfather is out of my life. because my old friends were assholes to me. thanx god i moved. i was depressed from everything and no one noticed thats when i first started to cut but then we got my dog and i came out of my depression. im 100% truthful about this she saved my life. and recenctly i almost killed myself but the thing that stopped me was my boyfriend. thanx god i love him.

anyway thats my life story in a very small nutshell. thanxs for listening.

that's a very good point. idea

I don't mean this rudely, or anything....
But emo has just become yet another way how to dress and another genre of music.
I am sure there are tons of "real emo's" out there...
Just as I'm sure there are plenty of "real goth's"
In my opinion, it is just another way to segregate, and seperate the different types of people. I used to be "emo", I suppose you could say.

I was raped hundreds upoon hundreds of times by my mothers' ex-boyfriend, and she told me to let him. After 7 months of this, I had enough, and I moved in with my grandmother, who mentally abuses me. She calls me nasty things, screams profanities at me--about me, and then denies them. I began cutting myself December of '04, and in June of '05 I began to search for counselors, psychiatrists, anything to be happy again like I used to be. I was in desperate need of happiness. I didn't like being so pessimistic all the time. And so, in June of '06, I finally found a counselor I really liked, and that would stand my by side no matter what, And she was someone I could relate with. She was younger, and trustworthy. I could tell her anything. She even let me smoke, to get the stress out sometimes. mad In August of '07 I stopped seeing her, as I was happier, and no longer clinically depressed. I was an optimist, that chose to hope for the best and expect the worst. It doesn't sound too good, but think about it--It's a helluva lot easier than being let down every time something bad happens!



Yeah, suck doesn't it? I don't want your pity, or an "Oh, Im sorry..." out of you guys!

I just want to share how I feel.


I just want you guys to know that my opinion is, if you want to change, if you want to not think life is dull, or boring, or evil and mean to you, then DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! I did, and I am 100% happier. I am still with my evil grandmother, but hey! I have a 4.0 GPA and will soon be really far away from her at college! So, things do sometimes have a silver lining--As long as you color it yourself with a really pretty silver Crayola marker/crayon.