molotov cocktails....

There are still a few of them, but I do get your drift.

Emo
Adjective
Root: Emotional
Definition: 1. Marked by an excessive degree of emotional directed at routine transitions in life. 2. noun, A genre displaying an excessive degree of emotion, illicited by relatively meaningless miscellania. 3. adj, A pathetic, ball-suckling shitspasm, who is continuously wracked with disgustingly overblown emotions pertaining to a variety of nonsensical topics, esp. their pathetic relationship with whatever trash of a girl or boyfriend they happen to be fucking currenty, aggravation at the fact that they can't even comprehend a fucking thing about real life and so are tortured having to listen to their cruel parents, who, despite giving them a house, food, and money to sate whatever interests these cock-slavering faggots have, never do a damn thing for them, or their ridicuosly idiotic infatuation with razor blades. Often little pissants of this nature bitch and moan excessively, belligerantly insistant on the correctness of their beliefs, regardless of the fact they they are in most cases fraught with inaccuracies, half-truths, and in general, fucking bullshit. In almos every case, the little bitches also happen to be of comfortable financial backgrounds, as they are almost all spoiled bastards, whose naive world view extends little past their front doors or their lockers at high school.

 

There trying to call me emotional? I’m just bored, and you guys are fun to poke at some times.

You could at least try to come up with a worth wile insult if your going to post it.


I think I actual miss Amato.

 

Not emotional, that's the root of the word. Disgusting pussy-whipped by life emotional.

And that's close DE, but that doesn't include that most emo guys find emo girls whothey promptly fall in love with. They insist this is true love, and that they're going to get married or some such bs, until the next time one of them gets drunk, which only takes like three beers, when they make out with another person. They both then proceed to cut themselves repeatedly, one because it hurts so much, the other because they screwed up wuch a "perfect" relationship. Then they rinse and repeat until they finally, and hopefully eventually, grow the fuck up.

 

The same appriciation of life's simple things can be realized by spending fifty days in the wilderness. But I recommend the beer.

 

Can someone here stay one hour in a dark room with no sound sited in a chair without amaking a move(without sleping?)

 

I've done it. The fact that I was high as fuck and honestly thought "the man" was waiting for me to move kind of changes it though.