Die. You. Fucking. Emo. Kids.

I hate emo kids! Hate them! They have destroyed my title forever! Now... high school really sucked for me... Parents divorced during elementary school, moved twice and removed my popularity & friends, I had two friends commit suicide, one I blamed on myself. I had...5 total friends during those blasted 4 years... 5! I could count on one hand how man friends I had... and even then most of those were acquaintances.

Again my life sucked for more than half of it, and I got a title because of it. I was then labeled Emo, it is short for emotional, and it could not describe me any better. But I was labeled emo at the turn of the scene, when many poser emo kids decided to draw fake tears on their cheeks, put blush on to look like they've been crying, do the whole side bang thing to hide one eye, and dress in nothing but black and occasionally the high contrast colors of yellow, white, and pink. Guys decided it was cool to wear tight shirts and pants, wear make-up, and walk around like a preppy girl everywhere...that was what my label had turned into. So whenever someone magically asked me what my label was and I said "Emo" they would look at me as if I was lying!

"You're not emo, just look at you! No side-bang, no black died hair, you aren't emotionally unstable to any point, and you have no piercings and cut marks!"

...Die you fucking poser kids! You ruined my label! I was proud of being emo until you "emotionally hardcore" kids decided to ruin it for me! Yes I am emo...don't agree? Go jump off a cliff! I do have a side-bang it is just not my defining hair movement because of: weather & the ability to see through my leading eye which is the one I cover. My hair is really dark brown...you can see the brown but I like my brown hair and don't think I should infest my brain of chemicals of hair products that will later grow out and I'd have to do it all over again, wasting MY money and my dad's respect in me. And emotionally unstable? Hell yes I am! You can't judge my psychological well-being by just looking at me! You actually have to get to know me and if I'm comfortable with you I will bathe you in my past of hate, depression, anger, rage, and the gitty-ness that very few people know me by. I have piercings, there are two, one in both ear...natural piercings that mothers love to give to their little baby girls...I don't like wearing make-up or jewelry but I will occasionally put some on so to look nice... not as a fashion statement. Oh and cut marks... I should go on a flying rampage of death and kill every poser alive! ...but that's kinda illegal...

Not every emo kid cuts themselves...period. Any poser that cuts themselves to fit with the clique is retarded and doesn't deserve to procreate...no babies for you!

Oh and the emo style of music is just sad...apparently Weezer is considered emo...just...no...it could be to a certain extent...but no. Emo music is now the screamo stuff you hear all the time and you'll hear emo/scene kids talk about how screaming & yelling let out your emotions and people can relate to that.

(1) Go find a pillow...screaming into a pillow cures all desires to yell at people or your emotions.

(2) How can I relate to the song if I have to actually look up the song on some lyrics site...to figure out what the F you're talking about?

(3) Why screamo? Why does it have to be angry at me personally? Why does the singer have to act like it is the listeners fault his girlfriend dumped him?

(4) Oh and who gives a shit? Why should I care to listen to someone complain how their girlfriend dumped him? Get over it...you write a song, you become slightly obsessive and start, you know, stalking people that hate your guts...

Stalking people that hate you isn't cool... ranting about past experiences is not cool, it is annoying, deal with the past it can't be fixed, for Xerxes sake I don't dwell on the past! I'm just emotional because of it! Plus you should all find a hobby, Do you know how many new video games I've played after I stopped dwelling on my past a week after it happened? I have my own mini library! I play with the guys! I made friends!

Eh but fine I'll stop the rant cause...gah frankly this isn't what my blog is all about...

Sorry y'all

Oh and Xerxes is the name of our Mascot! It means ruler so I thought it fit him.

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