emo is a lie.

i'm here to kind of let you all know that.
emo.
is.
not.
real.

you're not real.
you're just another cog in the trend machine.
dressing the .same. way as people in a certain group dress, and those people, even if they're damnsexy, look alike.
can you tell two emo boys apart?
aside from the streaks in their hair and the different hot topic shirts they're wearing.
really. admit it.
and whenever you say you want to look different, then pick up your hot topic wardrobe, so you can be different, just like all of your friends.
you're just as bad as the brand-stalkers... the girls who wear the same gucci purses and practically coordinate their days so they all wear the same prada-pants and coach undies.
you exclude the girls who don't wear hot topic because they're automatically bitchy preppies who suck and should die.
and don't get me started with the stereotypes of cheerleaders being bitches. because not all of them are. c.g. is a cheerleader! (her last name is a colour. think...)

and no, i'm not talking about all 'emo' people.
just the ones that label themselves 'emo' so they fit in with all of their 'different' friends.
and then you people that think putting in a fake lip ring and enough hair streaks to be a work of modern art makes you punk, or goth, or . . . well, maybe it'll make you emo . . .
but it won't work.
please shove something hard and sandpapery down your throat.
and die.
please. we don't need people like this. people that think dressing like all of the other 'dark' people make you different and unique, and people that thinks being snobby and 'preppy' makes you superior to everyone else, and . . . well people who act like that.

oh well. i have to go.
the daily show is on. off to spend quality time with the 'rents.
happy birthday, ty-ty. happy birthday, manwhore.
to a successful year of. . . well, whatever you two do.

--&&blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know