I AM SO EMO THAT I MAKE SLUGS LOOK LIKE RAVERS.
I AM SO EMO THAT THE KID WORKING AT HOT TOPIC LOOKS CHEERFUL NEXT TO ME.
I AM SO EMO THAT m.a.c. IS NAMING AN EYELINER AFTER ME: BLACK DEATH.
The darkness of my soul makes hell look like heaven. I have been through more than you will ever understand. And I won't let you understand, because my telling you that I'm authentic and scarred adds to my mystique. Don't try to get me unless you've "been where I've been." There is no healing or love-- there is only the pain of this realization. Usually, a pat on the back is just someone checking to see where to put the blade. And my only outlets are my knife, my journal, and the scrap of my dry soul that feeds on bitterness.*
Basically, my band is the only one that understands me.
*Also sarcasm. Lots and lots of sarcasm.