June 14th, 2004
|rkcndy||10:06 pm - Love Is A Dress That You Made Long To Hide Your Knees...|
Hello. My name is Lorene.
I am so emo and it hurts oh so much. I can’t stop with the excessive crying, the black clothes, tight pants, and of course the rainbow of chuck’s in my closet (they all seem to just appear). Maybe they appeared while I was busy sobbing about my life underneath the sheets on my bed. They’re emo sheets, by the way. Sigh. The only comfort I can find from this cruel, cruel world is in my soft, comfy bed. I lie asleep and dream that I’m happy. I can do that for hours. I wish I could do it forever...
Current Mood: emo
Current Music: Iron & Wine - Naked As We Came
Your emo-ness hurts me oh so much too. I can't handle it.
I will lie asleep on my soft comfy bed but first I will slit my wrists and as the blood drains from my body, the warmth of it will envelope me and my death will be perfected.
Wait, that was kind of goth. Not emo so much.
|Date:||June 15th, 2004 04:15 pm (UTC)|| |
Yeah, definitely more on the suicidal side. I'm just depressed damnit.
i speak for myself, for my voice is only heard by me, in saying "hi" and i hope that you find solace in the "sheets" of our community...
>>you know, you look like the kind of girl that would tear the bleeding heart from someone's chest then write them a goodbye letter scripted with their blood in front of their writhing face, just to see the expression on their face change
>>but i know that can also happen from the opposite direction, so let the warm embraces you will receive comfort you
>>i know the song you are working on will create tears and heart strings... i can tell becuase it's blurry in the picture, much like how i see when i cry myself to sleep at night
>>again, welcome, and it's good to have you
*turns off his Brandston and goes to bed*
|Date:||June 15th, 2004 04:24 pm (UTC)|| |
Thank you for your deep concern and support. Seeing as I shall need it, for the emo is what I am consumed by...
ahhh, rckndy. the infamous seattle venue that i never attended. thinking of all the shows i missed there makes me want to vomit... or stab someone. Braid and Rainer Maria played there but I didn't have a ride, so I stayed at home digging at my own eye balls wishing I were in the Emerald City. Does anyone have any razor blades I can borrow?
|Date:||June 15th, 2004 04:26 pm (UTC)|| |
I'm not sharing any of my
razorblades with you! What happens in an emo emergency and I don't have any razors to cut myself with!?!
would like to share?
Your eyes are so emotional that they pierce the soul of the pencil before you that spills the lyrics of depression. I love it - yet am brought to a depressed state of rage and sadness that is too strong for me to bare in this life time.
this is not meant to offend anyone honestly, but i was wondering how many of you arae serious and how many are being sarcastic..cuz i mean this is uberly emo-ness