problem 1 I'm emo.
Ok this rant is all about my emo problem.
I. Am. Emo.
Simple. But I dident figure this out till a friend asked me if i was...It honestly hurt to have my friend asking me that. We are very close friends. Our conversation went like this.
( no real names are being used)
"Hey Samantha, can I asked you a question?""Sure chris"
"Um, well are you emo? Because I hate it when people are emo. I don't get what they have to be sad about. I just think that they are stupid. "
And I looked at him astonished. And replayed like this
"Kinnda. I'm kindda emo."We haven't talked much in at least a few months now.
And the first month I starved myself because I felt like such a shitie person for runeing by one of my few for saying that and that my mask had slipped some where along the way. So. Ya. Not fun.Until the next rant,
-Samantha Sighing off.
*:..(~.~)..:*
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