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 because 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. About Me Name: Pap Location: USAF Academy, Colorado, United States momma said they's my magic shoes, they could take me anywhere! View my complete profile.

Forman, Bill (June 10, 2010). War of the roses wikipedia. Retrieved May 6, 2018. Idead United. From the original on September 23, 2009. Retrieved May 6, 2018.

'I'm an emo kid, non-conforming as can beYou'd be non-conforming too ifYou looked just like meI have paint on my nails and make-up on my faceI'm almost emo enough to start shaving my legs'Cause I feel real deep when I'm dressing in dragI call it freedom of expression,Most just call me a fag'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 throatI must be emoI don't jump around when I go to showsI must be emo.

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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,
'Stabeddy 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 can do.
Some days you know..

'I'm an emo kid, non-conforming as can be
You'd be non-conforming too if
You looked just like me
I have 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,
Most just call me a fag
'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 pussy,
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 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, it's so dark.
And it's suffocating me.
Grabbing hold of me and tightening it's 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
Wrists in every direction
Hearing songs about getting
Dumped give me an erection
I write in a live journal and
Wear thick rimmed glasses
I tell my friends I bleed black
And cry during classes
I'm just a bad, cheap, imitation of goth,
You can read me 'Catcher in the
Rye', and watch me jack off.
I wear skin tight clothes 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 emo

My parents just don't get me, you know.
They think I'm gay just because
They saw me kiss a guy.
Well, a couple guys. But I mean, it's the 2000's.
Can't 2.. or 4 dudes 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..