EMO Type Negative

I DONT DO SATURDAY NIGHTS OUT!

i’ve dedicated my saturdays being wholly succumbed to emo. allowing just one night to fully express my emo self . an emo sabbath – not so much in the context of resting, but rather a time for release. a manic unleash of emotions.

i don’t make self mutilation or any form of bodily harm a reverence. in fact, i defy the general disposition of emo. emo, a genre. *PTUIH!* i object the parochial mentality of it being JUST a category. emo, a lifestyle. *PTUIH!* i object the liberty of it being JUST a choice to live an alternative. emo, a look. *PTUIH!* i object the idea of it being JUST an excuse to play dress ups. i object emo as an idea. i object the lives of those who subject themselves to an absurd notion of being label as such just to feel like they belong. they should be stabbed on the cerebellum. society’s a bitch. YOU'RE EMO CAUSE YOU DONT BELONG!

pretend you’re intellectually challenged. emo, derived from emotional. emotional, the act of exhibiting an emotion or emotions. emotion, a feeling – scoping the positive and the negative. thus, WHY THE FUCK ARE WE DEPRIVING EMO OF ITS POSITIVITY!? i blame those pessimistic motherfuckers who thought emo should be manifested in the form of manufactured ideas. they should be stabbed endlessly. emo shouldn’t be stripped of its spontaneous ability. how we feel is not given the liberty of choice.

why i have the need to explain, i don’t know. wait, i’m emo - THAT'S WHY!

i swear to the emo Gods that last night would and should be a one off thing. with my emo-negative state reigning supreme, i knew i couldn’t, i shouldn’t be around people im not comfortable with. but it had to happen.

* this is not an attempt to bitch slap anyone cause as hypocritical as this may sound, there’s really nobody to blame – not even myself. I blame the moon for orbiting and the stars for not shining brightly enough.*

i didn’t know emo-negative could be this unhealthy – feeding the mind with morbid thoughts leaving very little space for colorful happy thoughts like talking unicorns sliding down a rainbow. all that was running through my head were plots of mass stabbing. i couldn’t stand the retarded smiles and the moronic laughter on the peculiar faces around me. i couldn’t stand the fact that they were happy – even if it was just a façade and I know façades. i couldn’t stand the fact that there were people, a lot of people. don’t even get me started on the ridiculous amount of cars and the limited parks. i wanna stab those cars.

*im chain smoking in my undies.

i couldn’t stand the sight of 2 ugly skanky whores parading their unwashed pussies. they should be stabbed. no wait, no. they should be burned. i don’t want to go through the trouble washing their skankiness stain off my stabbing instrument – this i have yet to decide; probably something really sharp and can cause excruciating pain. see, that’s exactly the kind of thoughts im plotting. i find myself quietly fidgeting to such morbidness. i fear it’s a thought id unconsciously act upon.

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3 people made it to my stabbing list after last night. 2 of them were the skanky whores on the podium.

i didn’t buy myself a pack of ciggies cause i could only afford ERA. Sorry Jill.

Xavy was a blessing. she made the phrase “Shahdap lah” a very cool thing to say.

the porn I left to download while I was out, stopped at 99% and it mockingly said ERROR. ERROR!?! ERROR!?! what the fuck am i gonna wank to now!? =.=' mmmeh, ill just replay the image of the 2 skanks dry humping each other on the podium - keeps the boner away.

i dont eat on the day of emo sabbath. really. i dont.

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I DONT REALLY CARE : if anybody took an offense to whatever ive said ITS LIKE WHATEVER. IM LIKE WHATEVER. WHATEVER.