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I am Emo

I roll my eyes and look away. I cannot believe Jesse and his girlfriend.They are so stupid.Jocks in general are stupid, actually. I mean seriously, they’re just one big group of haters who stab each other in the backs and then go out with them. It’s so stupid. If your going to hate on everybody why do it in a huge group of ‘friends’ when you really don’t have any?I’d way rather go it alone.
I love black.Seriously, it can tell you so much about a person. So I’m ‘emo-goth.’ Big whoop.Who cares?At least I’m realistic. I realize we’re all hopelessly screwed up. Especially me. My mom freaked when I died my hair black, but I think it looks better this way. Red hair is ugly. Unless it’s like the blood-red streaks I recently dyed into it. But I’m getting off topic. I’m not like a cutter or something.Yeah, ok, I cut myself once. But that was just once after my boyfriend broke up with me, it wasn’t with a knife, and it wasn’t the suicidal way(you know, vertical) just the ‘I’m depressed’ way (horizontal). God, So what?

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