Dear Diary,
Mood: Apathetic
My life is spiraling downward. I couldn't get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate 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 from that band could do, some days you know. . .
I'm an emo kid, none confomting as can be you'd me none comforting to 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, most just call me a f**
Cause our dudes look like chicks and our chicks look like dikes
Cause emo is one step below tranfestite
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 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 hobby
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 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 in my hair nail polish on my toes
I must be emo
I play guitar and write suicide notes
I must be emo
 Hero-of-Hearts · Wed Jun 21, 2006 @ 02:34am · 0 Comments |
