Dear Diary, Mood: Apathetic My life is spiraling downward I couldn’t get enough money to go to the Blood Red romance andsuffocate 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 And it doesn’t help that I couldn’t get my hair to flippy thing either, like that guy from that band could do. Somedays. I’m an emo kid, non-confroming as can be you’d be non-conforming 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 fag Cause our dudes look like chicks and our chicks look like dikes Cause emo is one step below tranvestite 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 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 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 nail 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 its suffocating me Grabbing a hold of me and tightening its grip Tighter than a pair of my little sisters 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 could 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 don’t get me , you know? They think I’m gay because they saw me kiss a guy ,well, a couple of guys But I mean, it's the 2000's, can’t two, or four 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 on that gets me, You’re my best friend, I feel like tacos.