Well, for about a month, anyway.
My life pretty much sucks. Yeah, yeah, I know, that's such a cliche, everybody says that, and maybe it's true and maybe it's not.
Why am I pouring my heart out to an internet page anyway? No-one reads the crap I write.
You know what they say about me, though? At school? They say I'm a freak. That I'm such a wannabe emo. I'M NOT ******** EMO! I don't want to be emo. I'm not emo just because I listen to MCR, whose emo-ness, by the way, is DEBATABLE. I am not emo. There. I said it, Furry. You can have your emo territory all to yourself. Piss off and leave me alone.
It's probably a good thing no-one reads this.
"Die, Sandal-Wearing b*****d!"
