Emos: All big frauds in my opinion

OK. Dear Emos who are reading this. I have nothing against you personally, you could be the best people in the world.

BUT.

If emos say that "everyone hates me" and "I'm so miserable/depressed/bleeding to death from slitting my wrists with a chainsaw next time I'll use a razor blade" then why must they make my life more miserable and add further confirmation to my belief that everyone hates me???

Today, free period with Johnny, reading comics (me: Lenore - borrowed off of him, him: JTHM, borrowed off of me) and some emos (fringe positioned correctly, downcast o woe is me expression in place, bracelets showing off and complimenting hardcore wrist slashings on one of them) came over and said "wannabes!" and (specifically to me) "PyroPsycho!"

I didn't know the emo population fraternized with my sister Bitchface. She thought up "PyroPsycho" like, last year. Um... o-kaaaaaaaaaay...

Also, we are not emo wannabes. We a pseudogothic, and know it, so we cannot be wannabes. Wannabes do not know they are wannabes. And why in God's name would I want to be an emo? I have enough pain in my life already without having to slash my wrists and get more. :) Also, I'm too hyper. One of the physics teachers told us off because we were quoting Invader Zim at each other and it got very loud. VERY LOUD.

Well, Johnny asked about that, and I had to lie. Setting fire to stuff can cost you your social life, I admit that. Other people's intolerances. Tcha!

On the plus side, he calls me "Trash" not "Sammie" *puke puke*. I told him not to call me "Sammie" or I would rip out his eyes and play golf with them. He thought I was joking. I guess I was... for a first offence.

By the way, Catbutt thinks she has a social disease. Nuh-uh, I was in charge of putting away the clean underwear and 'doctored' her undies with chilli powder. I've been laughing my head off watching her scratch her butt and boobs all day now and trying to cover it up because she's with boys she's trying to impress. :D