Dear diary, mood, apathetic. my life is spiralling downward, i couldnt get enough money to go to the blood red romance and suffocate me dry concert, it sucks cause they play some of my favourite songs like stab my heart because i love you and rip apart my soul and of course stab me rippie stab stab. And it doesn't help that i couldn't get my hair into that flippy thingy either, like that guy from that band can do somedays.         im an emo kid noncomforming as can be you'd be noncomforming too if you looked just like me. i have paint on my nails and make up on my face im almost emo enough to start shaving my legs. caus ei feel real deep when im dressing in drag i call it freedom of expression most just call me a fag cause out 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 dont jump around when i go to shows, i must be emo. im dark, and sensetive with low self esteem, the way i dress makes everyday feel like halloween. i have no real problems but i like to make beleive. i stole my sisters mascara now im grounded for a week, sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies, i can get through a hawthorn heights album without sobbing. girls keep breaking up with me its never any fun, they say they already have a pussy, they dont need another one.      stop my breatihng and slit my throat, i must be emo. i dont jump around when i go to shows, i must be emo. dye my hair and put 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. its so dark. and its suffocating me grabbing hold of me and tightning 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 i cry during classes. im just bad cheap immitation of goth, you could even be catcher in the rye and watch me jack off. i wear skin tight clothes while hating my life, if i said i liked girls, i'd only be half right. i look like im 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 pa-rent-als, i must be emo. me and my friends all look like clones, i must be eeemo.      my parents just dont get me you know, they think im gay just because they saw me kiss a guy, well... a couple of guys. but i mean its the 2000's...cant two, or four dudes make out with eachother without being gay? i mean chicks dig that kind of thing anyways, i dont know diary, sometimes i think your the only one that gets me... your my best friend... i feel like tacos...