lived Emo Skywalker. But nobody understood him. So he created a MySpace page where he regulary posted pictures of himself looking gloomy and wrote bad poetry about being lonely and cutting himself. All from his own room, wearing his favourite $ 100 band shirt, on his modified laptop, all paid for by his loving mum and dad, who put up with his tantrums and obnoxiousness. Because it was their son, and aren't all teenagers like that? Sure, that's puberty. Just don't call it a fucking lifestyle, you useless twat!
So I don't like emo. What about it? Are they going to flood my mailbox with whining e-mails on "why you need to shut up about emo and why you're a boring old fart"?
I actually quite look forward to my first hate mail!
Bring it on!!!!