Pardon me if I seem rude, but what the fuck is your problem? Standing around with your amazing hair and your bright make up and your excessive jewelry, and your T-Shirts that scream some band's name with a creative and wonderful design. You with your standing in circles and posing to look cool. Your mean and hateful and usually faked depressed outlook on life. You with every mean and ignorant thing that you fucking say. You, traveling in packs with hearts on the butt pockets of your tight jeans.
I am so sick of seeing you and feeling smaller than you are because I can not afford, nor do I wish to act or dress the way that you do.
I envy you because you are so blissfully ignorant.
You are rich kids that are buying into this new trend. Emo is the new fall fashion, darlings, so join on in if your fucking parents can pay for it. Weren't you Baribie and Ken a month ago?
You know what? I would be willing to put money, good money, saying that you haven't felt an honest broken heart in your entire shallow life.
Im more fucking emo than you will ever be. I hate you and your elitism and the way you truly believe that you are better than I am.
Refusing the Scene,
My Darling Lovely Emo Scene Boy,
Stop filling my thoughts, you contradict everything I just stood up for. But youre not like them...or are you?
I have never spoken with you, but somehow you seem different.
Or maybe it's just that I find you to be incredibly, wonderfully adorable with your shy smile and lovely emo-ness.
Maybe you fall into the truly emo category like I do...
Or maybe youre just as bad as they are.
Oh I dont know,
I know, I know, I know...I am pretty much ridiculous.