I'm old.
Current mood: apathetic

Hitting 20 is traumatizing. It's almost like being eleven and being dissapointed you can't show your age on your fingers anymore. Or maybe I was just a retard child. Only, you know as fast 20 has crept up, so will 30, then 40, then 50... AAAH

Oh fuck that. I'm 20. I'm young. Forever young, and have still acquired that widsom from my teenage years... (I like to think my adolescence actually only happned between the ages of 16 and 19, though. I hadn't been bad enough before that.

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Emo Song! by Who knows

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. 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.

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' never any fun
they say they already have a p*ssy, they don't need another one
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 ahold 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

i write in a live journal and wear thick rimmed glasses

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 hate my parentals
i must be emo
me and my friends all look like clones
i must be emo

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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

         -- Robert Frost

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Soon there will be drops - by me

                              Please don't loose me
                                                       Remember what I meant
    Remember what I said.
                      Prince in my eyes
                                                  Take me very far
                  In your mind
                                   And in your heart
                                                            In the heat of the midday sun
 Dripping from your forehead
                       A drop of persipiration:
                                                                              A tear I'll shed at home.
      Please let me believe it
                                       Please don't break my illusions.
            I still remember your words
                                                                         Or were they tender lies.
                                    We'll have those days again
At least in my dreams.

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