Hi, I’m emo and I wanna share a little bit of my misunderstood universe with other people. It’s morning now and my sister’s just coming back from a night out. Drunk. I hate her. She hates me more. I’m troubled and I can’t sleep so I’ll just chew the nail-polish off my fingernails. Two hours later my mom spots me chewing my nail-polish and tells me I should get off my ass and go to school. I hate her. She makes me cry. I need to get ready for school. I’m wearing my tight hat today. It’s too tight. Oh shit! It’s a black sock, oh well, shit happens, I hate this world. I sit down and cry. I get to school, it’s so sad, I need to use the washroom first but I can’t unbuckle my studded belt. This makes me cry, I go get my five emo-friends and we do a crying session. We all hate life. I’m pissing my pants. It makes me feel relieved, but it’s so sad to feel relief that it makes us all cry. I’ve got a class, I’m gonna use it to write my suicide letter, I should use blood, fuck blood, it makes me faint, the main thing is to make it as sad as possible. I read my letter once again. It’s so true and sad, it makes me cry. The other emo-kids tell me I’m true. I hate them. They make me cry. I hope we get together later and do a sad kissing session. I love them, they are so sad and true. It’s lunch time, Steve tells us he’s out of pink nail polish and he’s going into depression, I’m trying to make a move on Julie. She tells me I’m a dirty fag. Yuppy, she likes me. I’m so happy, I wanna cry. Oh well, school’s out, time to get home and listen to some Tokyo Hotel, they’re so true. My sister’s home with her friends. The cover me in blankets and start kicking me. After the first couple hours I finally stop crying. I am so real. I hate my sister. I’m late for my crying session with the other emo kids. I was delayed by a group of balled men hating me for my girl Gap pants. I hate them. I make it just in time for the kissing session. We are so real. I sit down and cry. I’m going home now. My sister spots me and breaks my nose. She hates me for being so real. I’m talking to my mom: “Mom, I’m already 17 now, do you think I can start shaving my legs?”. She hates me. She gives me a butt spanking. I’m tired. I’ll just chew on my pink nail polish and cry myself to sleep.