Ok this is simple, just talk like an emo, lets just winge because we can..... so what you do is build up on the previous persons emo comment making it more emo, then add a new emo comment.

e.g. I don't have any friends

.............. and every one else hates me


OK... I hate myself i want to die

...an agonizing death.

The world is a black abyss

......with no bottom and you just keep falling for eternity


I'd cut myself but.....

i can't cauz i'm so dumb i can't even cut a beef steack...

and i wanna cry cause

(btw this game is so fun)

...beef steak isn't really all that hard to cut (I couldn't think of anything else.)

Oh my god, those kids keep laughing at me because my hair is always in my face, and I wish they would drop dead...

but I would be so aloooone if that happened. I'm already so alone, NO ONE understands me or sees the true me. Everyone assumes I'm just a depressed kid next door but I'm not! I have feelings, you know.

//_-

I couldn't get my hair to do that flippy thingy this morning and now I'm gonna have a major bitch fit...

everyone elses hair makes my hair look really bad seeing as i cut it all off once i first got really depressed so now it's a sort of mullet.

I am really fat and really ugly......

that's normal that no guy want to date me, who will? Who will date a monster like me?

oh gosh, im so depressed, i'm gonna cry listening to ...

My emo friends ditched me because I cry too much.

...that one Hawthorne Heights song. Then I'm gonna go sit in a corner and cut myself...

Until I look like that sad man in AFI. He must have a very sad life, that must be wonderful. I wish I was sad so I could be depressed...

...and then I can go cut myself while I listen to that one AFI song, and then I can make my hair do that flippy thingy like that sad guy from AFI...

... until I scratch the words "4 REAL" into my arm and then disappear forever, hating the world and everyone who lives in it.

I'm gonna free myself ot the pain that is all inside me...

I'll open a vein to reach eternal freedom

Good night, Werther, I am off to bed, to get away from this nightmare called life, I'll just...

i will eternaly drown in my sorrow of tragedy tears

and then drown some more in my blood for the next eternity...........

... my fate is worse than hell, the pain is greater, the scarrs are deeper. I cannot take it anymore! ....

.....but seeing as i am so close to death yet so far their is little i can do except.........

... to learn how to live in my pain and live in misery ...

... how can i hate pain yet love it?......

... thats so hard to underdstand for unemo kids ...

...i wish they would see the beauty of pain and join me in my misery....

.. so i wouldnt be so fuck*n alone in my loneliness ....

but if they were like me i would not be alone and life would be more unbearable.......

.. but thats just not possible cuz nobody understands me!...

...except you, diary, you're the only one who seems to get me...

you are my only friend that I have left, my confidant, my shield from outer evil. But you're of no use, because ...

...you're not real. Nothing in this world is ever real. No one in this world is real. Everyone is empty inside, like me. Yet I feel so alone. I feel so empty and alone. ;___; Why doesn't anyone...

just cut a hole in my chest and let that endless emptiness go? The world is better off without me-e-e-e-e ...

wow you guys are good at this.. ^^

umm.. let see

i freaking cried like a little butt when my pants werent tight enough..

does that work..

^ You got the idea.

...so then I had a major bitch fit, crawled to a corner, and cut myself some more. Then I borrowed my little sister's jeans instead...

^ That is a crazy wonderful pic in your signature, by the way.

and they were too big because i never eat because i love the pain in my stomach and it adds to my empty feeling

I only eat "Emo" cereal

and it makes me even more emo.

Haha, no... I don't know.

.....if that is at all posible, i am the most emo person in the whole world who has not yet ended their own their own life so mabey i can't be more emo, how depressing....

...that I am as emo as emo gets.

I'm gonna go black my eyes with my mom's eyeliner...she already bitched at me for taking my sister's jeans...she just doesn't understand me...nobody does...and that makes me more depressed...

Im so depressed... and it makes me more depressed...

... and it's all like a wicked farris wheel that keeps on spinning and I can't got off. See, that was SO poetic, yet no one recognizes my true talent ... No wonder that I'm here, on my bedroom floor, crippled in pain, alone, cold and unwanted! It makes me want to ...

.....go and listen to by emo music, perhaps one day i'll stop being a lame emo and become a goth who are infinatively cooler than emos, then i can go and listen to some cradle of filth but at the moment i'm too depressed to be slightly oringinal so i'll have to go on being a lame-impressionable-consumerist-emo which is really depressing because i no longer think for my self, black is the new pink.......

Go to an emo club...

...and not jump around and dance because emo people are too emo for that sort of stuff.

I'd like to just go somewhere else, sit in a corner, and eat my feelings because...

I keep wondering the same thing:
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? (Hamlet, Shakespeare) - or as my newest object of desire stated: friggin emo kid with too much of spare time.

I could sware that william shakespear guy is mocking me in his grave, i wish i was in my grave...

Leave me here in my stark raving sick sad little world!

Incubus - Sick Sad Little World

(Ehm yeah, I just felt like posting a lyric. Kbye.)

I'm so lame i can't decide what to say for myself.

IF YOU REALLY WANT TO HEAR about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. In the first place, that stuff bores me, and in the second place, my parents would have about two hemorrhages apiece if I told anything pretty personal about them. They're quite touchy about anything like that, especially my father. They're nice and allóI'm not saying that-but they're also touchy as hell. Besides, I'm not going to tell you my whole goddam autobiography or anything. I'll just tell you about this madman stuff that happened to me around last Christmas just before I got pretty run-down and had to come out here and take it easy. I mean that's all I told D.B. about, and he's my brother and all. He's in Hollywood. That isn't too far from this crumby place, and he comes over and visits me practically every week end. He's going to drive me home when I go home next month maybe. He just got a Jaguar. One of those lithe English jobs that can do around two hundred miles an hour. It cost him damn near four thousand bucks. He's got a lot of dough, now. He didn't use to. He used to be just a regular writer, when he was home. He wrote this terrific book of short stories, The Secret Goldfish, in case you never heard of him. The best one in it was "The Secret Goldfish." It was about this little kid that wouldn't let anybody look at his goldfish because he'd bought it with his own money. It killed me. Now he's out in Hollywood, D.B., being a prostitute. If there's one thing I hate, it's the movies. Don't even mention them to me.

........how miserable my life is


There is no God.......


( fucking spambot go to hell )

...except the god who is distroying my life.