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Emos.  The creatures that try to be deep but are lucky to reach a level that can be considered shallow.  Everyone knows of the classic emo-style; black fringe, bleached patches, black clothes, skinny jeans, high-top converses, excessive eyeliner, etc. These traits are always depicted in an emo-style photo; above camera angle (often to show off cleavage) taken in a bathroom.  Sigh, can’t you just feeeel the darkness??

They are the mirelurks that find happiness depressing and avoid it as though their life depends on it, because happy people don’t receive sympathy every day.  Of course their life doesn’t really depend on it, I mean, if they actually died, they would receive attention from everyone but wouldn’t be there to enjoy it!  Although, enjoying things makes them depressed, but being depressed makes them happy… but happiness depresses them too… Oh dear.  I think we have a problem.

You very rarely see emos at universities.  They mostly work at Hungry Jacks (known as Burger King in some places), travel in flocks of bitterness and whinge, whinge, whinge, whinge, whinge.  If they don’t have something to whinge about, then they’ll whinge about that.

If you ever come across an emo RUN for the sake of your sanity.  Their presence has the same effect as dementors from Harry Potter.

I have here a fresh example of the sort of things emos have to say.

The background story to this is that every time I send Mr. X a message on Facebook, his girlfriend, Ms. Emo has to fire a rude remark at me, most often shooting herself in the foot.  Mr. X does not like this sort of conflict and deleted most of the conversations we had.  This one I managed to salvage ver batim.

Mr. X: Can’t everyone just get along?????
Ms. Emo: not when its with someone who thinks she’s better then everyone. But isn’t
Ms. Stranger: Getting along is boring Mr. X! and stop deleting stuff off your wall, i’m not a facebook fiend like you so I miss all the good bits
Ms. Slinky: Hahahahaha.  Couldn’t agree with you more Ms. Stranger.. all my witty comments have gone to waste.
Ms. Stranger: I know right! I was so keen to read them. I’m sure there’ll be a next time lol
Ms. Emo: witty comments? Your dumb as dog s***.
Ms. Stranger: well that’s witty…..lol
Ms. Emo: i don’t need to be witty. I’m not someone who thinks i’m the best around. When i’m obvs not.
Ms. Stranger: Well thats good at least you can accept your faults
Ms. Slinky: Hmm. I really want to comment saying, “Funny that. I happen to be studying psychology at university. Last time I checked, dumb people can’t get into university,” but all of my defences are to be left up to our dear Mr. X.   I tell you what, if you have any proof of my lack of intelligence, I will be more than happy to accept it, and I will even go so far as to offer you my sincerest apology Ms. Emo.
Mr. X: all of you play nice!
Ms. Slinky: I am playing nice.  I’m offering dear Ms. Emo the chance to actually prove all of the remarks she has made about me. Not once have I made offensive remarks about her.  So who, then, has acted with valour?

Emos – who needs them?

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Hypocrites suck.  Seriously.  They suck arse.

The worst kind of hypocrite is the manipulative, stalker hypocrite.

Even if you believe what you’re doing is right, they can’t accept that. They can’t see your point of view, or simply refuse to see it.  They have the ability to get into your subconscious and hound you and hound you until you either snap and go crazy or give in to their demands, but you won’t see it coming! No.  These con artists always turn out to be someone you love, someone you trust, someone you would least expect; so beware!

They follow you.  They turn up at your house, all smiling and friendly like, acting as though they’re there for a chat, and then they subtly wrap their web of deceit around your brain until you begin to suffocate – which is when they STRIKE and drill you until all your thoughts are a mangled mess of “I don’t remember who I ammm!”

They don’t stop at you, though. Oh no.  They’ll get your loved ones as well.  Your friends, your family, even your enemies will fall victim to their trap, just as you have.  You’ll find your loved ones criticizing you, but not knowing why, as though they are puppets who don’t realise they have a master.  Hypocrites bury themselves into your life like a tick into your butt.

The worst part of it is, is they then go and do the very thing you were doing, but you’re still not allowed to do it, because they think they’re better than you.  They can justify it, they can see their own point of view, and they believe it’s the right one.  So you are left as a husk, while they live off the very thing they took from you.

Can’t people just be reasonable, or at least mind their own business??

I need to make myself a shishkebab from Fallout 3 or something.  Oh how happy that would make me.  No one would dare criticize my decisions then! >=D

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I’m really, really annoyed at the moment.

I woke up feeling motivated despite having nightmares about Liam’s mother coming over without notice like she used to.

I hate being nagged, I want my own space.

Every morning Dad comes in and says the exact same thing:

“Haven’t found our camera yet?
We’ll have to have a big clean up in here; pull everything out and go through everything.
Your mother wants to buy a new camera if we can’t find the old one!
I’m not buying a new camera until I’ve gone through everything in here.
Have you pulled out that cupboard yet?”

Then he’ll look around for a while and then go into my fridge.

“This looks yummy. I’ll have some of that.
What’s this? It doesn’t look any good any more. I’ll throw it out.
This too.
And these…
Do you have any milk?”

Then he’ll turn the fridge down really, really cold so his beer just freezes.

When Liam was here, I had my own space. Now it’s their space again, and I can’t say anything because they will just say “We do a lot for you.”

I know my Dad works hard, I know my parents provide for me, I know they do a lot for me, and I appreciate it, but does that give them the right to come in here whenever they want and go through everything, take what they want, throw out what they think I don’t need?

I’m not motivated anymore, anyway…

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