Thank you. You make me laugh. Hard. Every time I see your tight black girl jeans, wannabe skater belt and pavement wandering eyes I smile inside. But at the same time, another part of me dies inside. Not for your sake. But for the sake of the future generations. You see, the Emo generation is all about how no one understands them, how everyone wants them to be something they’re not, how they are never appreciated and how society is one big dumping ground. Well, all I see in you, is a television set. You are what you hate the most, a product of consumerism. You watched some MTV, and the lyrics connected with you, not that you have ever had a friend, a true friend, and they didn’t die in a drug overdose, then you decided that the band understands what you’re all about. But you see the band is just talking the same amount of crap as you feel.

What gets me is the whole ideology of surrendering your aspirations because you feel the world is against you. But then again, you are so weak and easily moulded that you have died your hair black, grown a big fringe that covers your ugly face, bought some van’s shoes, collared shirt with optional pink or black tie accessory, studded belt and a whole lot of attitude, just because you’ve seen it on TV. I can understand fashion, for sure. But when the idea of being different, not the same as everyone else in society, and doing what you want in life because everyone is against you, then you turn around and do the same as everyone else, you’re just a joke. It’s not everyone else that is bringing down society, its you, you’re just a trend, a crying whinging mess of a trend.

Now what really annoys me is how hypocritical you are towards others. You hate people always on your case, you’re a teenager that knows more than Einstein, but no one will ever see that, because they never listen or understand you, and yet you have the audacity to get on other people’s cases and put them down. Who are you to judge, when you’re wearing the whinging police official MTV uniform and standard issue spoilt over-pocket-money paid, 7 year high school graduate with nothing at all to show for it. But I guess its okay, Avril understands you, and New Found Glory feels your pain, only if you keep buying their t-shirts and posters.

Its really quite funny, pathetic, yet funny. You’re such a product of capitalism (which I might add 80% of the songs talk about how capitalism kills) that you have such a weak label for yourself, Emo, short for emotionally and socially retarded. Sorry, I can’t come into work this Monday, I’m feeling a little bit Emo at the moment, you see my mum washed my favourite pair of girl jeans, and they got bleach on them. Now I have to go to the mall with all the other jaded “Emo” clones, and buy more girl pants, so yeah, I have a bad case of the Emo’s. This of course wouldn’t happen, because all you are is a WoW addicted Avril fanboy who has barely seen the light of day, let alone experience any true emotional stress. Stop talking the talk and walk the walk, shut up emo.