apparently im emo, i wear black skinny jeans, converse, black hair, i have a side fringe, i scream loudly, i cry, i slit my wrists, i like the dark, i dont talk very much, im anorexic, and guess who made me this way? people who thought i was weird because my parents were divorced and i was 10 when they split up and i didnt understand why they shouted at each other and why my dad hit my mum and i got scared and by the time i reached 13 i was depressed. That is why im now called emo. all you emo haters, have you ever thought that maybe some of us have a story to tell? that we have a reason why we are so depressed? that we have rough lives? and you think you have a right to go and make things worse for us? a right to stereotype us? a right to put us in wikipedia as a 'sub-culture'? we're not a sub-culture, we're not aliens, we're humans, just like everyone else. on beat up emokid day i had the crap kicked out of me. i got laughed at and sworn at, i got beaten up. i went onto the roof of a hotel and i would've jumped but my boyfriend stopped me. thats right, my boyfriend. we are human, we do have feelings, we can feel love. dont stereotype us. any of us, not just me. we all have our reasons for wearing black and crying, and slitting and whatever else. dont make bad jokes about us or liken us to grass. just treat us like humans or leave us alone. if you cant think of anything nice to say then keep your fingers off the keyboard.