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. 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