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, ·Stabby 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 could do, some days you know. . .




I·m an emo kid, non-conforming as can be


You·d be non-conforming to if u look 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 their dudes look like chicks, their 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 everyday feel like Hallowe·en


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 a hold of me and tightening it·s grip, tighter than a pair of my little sister·s jeans . . . which look great on my 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 told 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 X-BOX I play old school Nintendo


I must be emo


I like to whine and hate my parental’s


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 of guys. but I mean, it·s the 2000s. 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. . . . I feel lïke tacos.