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Pretend you don't know me.
Pretend you don't know my name.
My age.
Where I live.
What I've done.
How I act.
You don't know me anymore.
Ready?

You look at me.
What do you see?

Two-toned hair.
Teenager: She's independent.
Parent: She's wreckless.

Many Piercings.
Teenager: She can take pain.
Parent: She's a trouble-maker.

C.l.o.t.h.i.n.g.
-Torn.
Teenager: Shes's not afraid to express herself.
Parent: Drug addict/alcoholic. Parties at night, useless at day.

-Tight.
Teenager: She's not ashamed of her physical appearance. No matter how imperfect.
Parent: She's a slut. Probably has sex with every guy she meets.

Why is it...the teenagers have respect for me...But the adults critisize me? I'm always being judged before anyone gets to know me. It doesn't honestly effect me in any way...Except for the fact that my own parents do it too...
You'd think, that if they lived with me for so long, they'd be a little more understanding. They'd know me a little better than that...But they don't. They treat me the exact same way. Why?

Did you know?
♠ I'm still a virgin.
♠ I've saved countless lives from suicide, abuse, rape, etc.
♠ I'm a devout Catholic.
♠ I go to church every week.
♠ I even sing in the chior
♠ And believe what I preech.
♠ I've been through more Hells at the age of 17 than most people have been when they reach 50.
♠ I don't hate one-single person.
♠ I never, ever judge at the handshake.
♠ I have plans for the future.
♠ I get A's and B's in school.
♠ I've never done drugs.
♠ Hardly ever drink.

...I just don't understand it. I try to live my life differently. Try to make my own footsteps in the sands of time...And I get pushed down for it? By my own family...

When will we stop putting eachother down? Why does anyone believe they're better than anyone else? Aren't we all human? Didn't we all come from the same species? So because I dress differently, or pierce my body, or change my hair to match my moods, I'm automatically fit to be judged? I know I'll never be accepted for who I am...But will I ever be respected for what I do in life?

If you judge me, before you talk to me...Then you don't know me.

I want you to understand.
I'm not putting on a show.
I'm not pretending to be someone I'm not.
I'm not trying to prove to be better than anyone else.

I understand that I'm not beautiful.
Or completely awesome.
Or so popular.
Or just like anyone else.

I take pride in being different.
And I know, it's hard for people to accept that.
I suppose it's because there are so many fake people out there
Trying to impress everyone around them
That when people like me come around
They automatically judge me to be just like "everyone else."
Which is completely false.

You have to understand
I have been many things.
Prep.
Nerd.
Outcast.
Gangster.
Emo.
I've been plenty of things.
But nothing was as comfortable to be
Than to be emo.

I have never, in my entire life, been so satisfied with myself
Before I was emo.
And emo is such an unaccepted thing in society.
I've already been an outcast
I was already prepared to be a misfit.
And although I'm still a misfit
It seems as though people have accepted me more for it.
For being different.

I want you all to understand.
I'm not trying to make everyone believe
That I'm something I'm not.
I don't gloat about myself.
Because I don't have much to boast about.
And I don't rant and rave about being emo.
If you pay closer attention
It's actually everyone else
That says it first.
I only agree.

I can laugh
When people make fun of my style.
Because I know that I'm nothing like the jokes they make.
I'm not always depressed.
I don't cut.
I'm not suicidal.
I don't hate a single person.
I love God, Jesus, AND my parents.
And when you can laugh at yourself
People tend to admire you more for it.

I'm not out to get anyone.
I'm not out to be #1.
I'm not out to get any enemies.
I'd much rather people be my friend.
Everyone.
But even if you're not my friend.
Don't be my enemy.
Because I still,
Honestly,
Love you.
Because I'm Catholic, and that's how I was raised to treat other people.

Everyone gets me wrong.
And you have to get to know my history
To understand
I'm nothing like you think.
But myself.
I. Am. Emo.

My page was too crowded.
So I decided to post all my pics in my journal.
Do comment.
I heart comments.
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