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HAVE YOU EVER...

Suudellut serkkuasi:
- en

Karannut kotoa:
- en

Ajatellut ihastustasi alastomana:
- aina <3

Lintsannut:
- kyllä kyllä. kahesti tai kolmesti saksan tunnilta ala-asteella

Särkenyt jonkun sydämen:
- en ainakaan usko

Halunnut jotakuta jota et voi saada:
- always <33

Tehnyt jotain tyhmää:
- tyhmä kysymys

THE LAST TIME YOU...

Kävit suihkussa:
- emt eilen?

Olit ulkona:
- ennenkun tulin sisälle

ABOUT YOU...

Romanttisin muisto:
- ku ei osattu ellin kaa halata <333

Onnenesineesi:
- ....

Paras asia elämässäsi:
- <3 muhtiikki

Taustakuvasi:
- kännykässä silence in black and white kansi ja koneella bou-chanie

FAVORITE...

Väri:
- musta.

Bändi:
- liikaa.

Hiusmalli:
- öööö emo?

Jäätelö:
- laku

WHO...

Saa sinut nauramaan:
- kaikki hauska. NAURUTERAPIAA!!

Saa sinut hymyilemään:
- hihi et arvaakkaan

Olet ihastunut:
- jokkut tietää

DO YOU EVER WANT TO...

Olla joku muu:
- juup

Olla vastakkaista sukupuolta:
- joskus kun vaan vituttaa

HAVE YOU EVER

Rakastunut ystävääsi joka on vastakkaista sukupuolta:
- ööö ehkä

Säätänyt kaverin kanssa:
- always

Ollut torjuttu:
- mesessä jooo

Ollut rakastunut:
- ju kai ehkä voi olla. ainannin ewwiin <333

Jättänyt ketään:
- nö

Suudellut jota kuta:
- nö

Tehnyt jotain mitä kadut:
- kyl

WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON...

Jota halasit:
- petu kenties

Jonka kanssa puhuit:
- ira

Jonka kanssa keskustelit:
- ira

Jota suutelit:
- ööö.

Jolle huusit:
- ännälle empille 8D siis empille huusin, mut en huutanu sille vaan ännälle, mut ännä ei ollu siinä ja jooo

Jota ajattelit:
- eipä voi tietää

Joka laittoi sinulle viestiä:
- tekstarin emppi. mesessä annika

Joka särki sydämesi:
- tiedät jos tiedät

Joka kertoi, että rakastaa sinua:
- ewwi <3

MORE ABOUT YOU...

Hiusten väri:
- rushkee

Tatuointeja:
- ei

Lävistyksiä:
- ei

Sinkku/varattu:
- sinkku

Kvaak:
- tööttöööt puuufff! on lohikäärme niin iloinen...

ARE YOU...

Skitsofreniinen:
- liippuuu

Paniikissa:
- gyl

Hämmentynyt:
- aika usein

Hey, don't write yourself off yet
It's only in your head you feel left out or
looked down on.
Just try your best, try everything you can.
And don't you worry what they tell themselves when you're away.

[Chorus]
It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything (everything) will be just fine, everything (everything) will be alright (alright).

Hey, you know they're all the same.
You know you're doing better on your own, so don't buy in.
Live right now.
Yeah, just be yourself.
It doesn't matter if it's good enough for someone else.

[Chorus x2]
It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything (everything) will be just fine, everything (everything) will be alright (alright).

Hey, don't write yourself off yet.
It's only in your head you feel left out or
looked down on.
Just do your best, do everything you can.
And don't you worry what the bitter hearts are gonna say.

[Chorus x2]
It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything (everything) will be just fine, everything (everything) will be alright (alright).

miks äiti kattelee vaan jotain luonto-ohjelmia? äsken tai no aika kauan aikaa sitten, mut kuitenkin ne katto tänään ilsun kaa pikku kakkosta ihan innoissaan... niitten yhteenlaskettu ikä on jotain 70.... =___= mun perhe on outo...

Dear Diary:

Mood: Apathetic.

My life is spiraling downward.
I couldn't get enough money to go to the
Blood Red Romance and Suffocate me dry concert.
It sucks 'cause they play some of my favorite songs
like "Stab My Heart Because I Love You" and
"Rip Apart My Soul" and of course,
"Stabby Rip Stab Stab".
And it doesn't help that I couldn't
get my hair to do that flippy thing either.
Like that guy from that band can do.
Some days ugh...

I'm an emo kid, non-conforming as can be
You'd be non-conforming too if
you looked just like me
I have paint on my nails and make-up on my face
I'm almost emo enough to start shaving my legs
'Cause I feel real deep when I'm dressing in drag
I call it freedom of expression,
most just call me a fag
'Cause our dudes look like chicks,
and our chicks look like dykes
'Cause emo is one step below transvestite!

Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don't jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo

I'm dark, and sensitive with low self-esteem
The way I dress makes every day feel like Halloween
I have no real problems but I like to make believe
I stole my sister's mascara now
I'm grounded for a week.
Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies
I can't get through a Hawthorne
Heights album without sobbing
Girls keep breaking up with me,
it's never any fun.
They say they already have a pussy,
they don't need another one

Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don't jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo
Dye in my hair and polish on my toes
I must be emo
I play guitar and write suicide notes
I must be emo

My life is just a black abyss,
you know, it's so dark.
And it's suffocating me.
Grabbing hold of me and tightening it's grip,
tighter than a pair of
my little sister's jeans...
which look great on me by the way.

When I get depressed I cut my
wrists in every direction
Hearing songs about getting
dumped give me an erection
I write in a live journal and
wear thick rimmed glasses
I tell my friends I bleed black
and cry during classes
I'm just a bad, cheap, imitation of goth,
You can read me "Catcher in the
Rye", and watch me jack off.
I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life
If I said I like girls, I'd only be half right!

I look like I'm dead and dress like a homo
I must be emo
Screw XBox, I play old school Nintendo
I must be emo
I like to whine and hate my parentals
I must be emo
Me and my friends all look like clones
I must be emo

My parents just don't get me, you know.
They think I'm gay just because
they saw me kiss a guy.
Well, a couple guys. But I mean, it's the 2000's.
Can't 2 ... or 4 dudes make-out with
each other without being gay?
I mean, chicks dig that kind of thing anyways.
I don't know diary,
sometimes I think you're the only one that gets me,
you're my best friend...


I feel like tacos...

Marty, Marty listen to me. Bring me something the kids will cry for.
Get out there, and get us stoked!"

Meet Marty, major label A&R scout, forty years old, gut hanging out.
Red Ferrari, Marty living in L.A. bumps another line to get through the day.
Dumped by his girl, he paid for her liposuction,
His friends call him "Money", in his introduction.
And Marty knows nothing but claims to know it all,
Lose the flat screen TV if he drops the ball.
You're as good as your last hit, find the next big thing.
If he doesn't bring the bling, his cell phone won't ring.
What's the trend, what's new? What's a label scout to do? Office life, Marty 11:32.
The label pres. calls and yells, "Sign more emo!"
How about screamo? "If it sells, sign Nemo,"
"We're down 2%, and BMG knows,
My Daughter likes Dashboard, so get me one of those!"
He checks AP.net, the Scout and more,
yelling band names to his assistant through the door.
The kids will like this, who cares if it's great?
So he signs a band called Hearts that Hate.

"Marty... we've got a hit."

Cry tonight. My hands around your hands.
I won't let you,
Die tonight.
My heart's in your hands.
I won't let you...

Hearts that Hate, Marty goes to their show, up in the club and here we go.
Marty sees a girl in a Simple Plan shirt with a Senses Fail boy, ha that'll never work.
He finds his label friends in the corner they huddle,
An emo cattle auction, they penetrate the bubble.
They talk about Victory and signing TBS,
Dissing the same bands they just tried to impress.
So the lights go down, the crowd starts to scream,
Hearts that Hate have hit the scene.
Blake on vocals, and lead guitar,
He does a backflip, "Look how different we are!"
They show up at the studio to record it,
A TRL Billboard Modern Rock hit.
They auto-tune Blake, but he can't tell.
He says, "I've got perfect pitch, damn I sing well."
ProTools, Logic, cut, copy, paste, quantized solos and quantized bass.
Signed, sealed, delivered and sent, across the U.S. and the single went...

Cry tonight. My hands around your hands.
I won't let you,
Die tonight.
My heart's in your hands.
I won't let you DIE


Momentum builds, but it all caves in.
Industrial comes back, the pres needs a NIN.
Marty finds a band called "Fetal Coil"
And Hearts that Hate try to keep their fans loyal.
They re-work their sound for album number two,
As "Machines of Hate," but their career is through.
They break up and work pushing mops and brooms,
Blake gives guitar lessons in his living room.
Blake gives guitar lessons in his living room,
Blake gives guitar lessons in his living room.

"Can you teach me track five Mr. Blake?"
"Hey, I wrote that song and it goes like this!"

Cry tonight. My hands around your hands.
I won't let you,
Die tonight.
My Hearts In Your Hands.
I won't Let you DIE
Cry Tonight (Die)
My Hands Around Your Hands.
I Won't Let You
Die Tonight. (Die)
My Hearts In Your Hands.
I won't let you... DIE

T is for Twitch: A word used to describe an emo's sudden swing of the head when their bangs get in their eyes.

aaaaaaaw <333 hihihii~ *dreamy look*

KAUNIIT JA ROHKEET <3333333333

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