After listening to The Kill by 30 Seconds to Mars today, I realized I was emo. Not poser emo, actual emo. I'll explain why:
Reason 1: I issed my girlfiriend the first time this Friday, and I know that doesn't sound like a big deal, but at 12 years old it is. Things were great between us. We talked all the time, did things together, and were just generally happy. But when I kissed her, all of a sudden things go down the shitter. She doesn't talk to me, doesn't hold my hand, she doesn't look me in the eye anymore. She won't even sit by me at lunch now. It's not like she didn't want me to do it either. She told me she wanted to, but when we did, things ended up like this.
Reason 2: School. My teachers are just the gayest people ever. They can't teach at all, assign massive ammounts homework so I'm up every night doing it, and it's because they sit and talk on the phone during class. I say they can't teach becasue all they do is read out of the textbook. I could pass there class by reading the textbook and coming to school and takin the test. There a bunch of assholes to. We get one recess a month and I had to spend it inside because I talked about the Don Imus scandel.
Reason 3: My family. I'm so mad at them right now. I have 2 brothers and a 4 year old sister. She ALWAYS gets her way. Always. She's the perfect little girl. She can do no worng. None at all. I've tried to talk to my parents about it and they say, "Oh, that's not true." Like hell it isn't. The first birthday party I was invited to this year was last weekend and I wasn't allowed to go because she bowling. Who cares? Every Saturday I have to go watch a 4 year old roll a ball and hit bumpers. I'm sick and tired of me getting pushed around by a 4 year old. I'm 12, and get treated like I'm 2.
I've finally decided I'm emo, because I fell about ready to kill myself. I hate my life as of right now. PD has been my only source of joy the past few weeks.