So my friends call me emo. I'm not technically emo. I just wear all black, I listen to depressing alternative rock music, I draw crying and/or dying angels, and I am kind of a bitch. Sue me.
I mean I'm happy in the whole depressed miserable kind of way. I've been called goth before I've even been asked if I was lesbian. I don't know how to respond so I just say sure why not. It usually confuses the jackass who asked me but hey. Who am I trying to impress?
All I really want in life is one person. I just want to be with a person who makes me angry and happy and miserable at the same time. I want someone who is into the same music I'm into, who can tolerate my many band recommendations, who plays an instrument, and who has a dark side. I like people who are quiet but outgoing. And hey that person doesn't have to be my boyfriend they can be a best girl friend. Who knows. I'm open for anything. I'm kind of just that person who goes with it.
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RandomShe has issues. Everyone knows that. Except her. This is her diary.