I'm sure that, years ago, being emo actually meant something real. Now, though, being emo has gotten popular, so most people who are 'emo' are the kinds who say "Oh no, my parents didn't get me that bike I wanted for christmas, I hate my life! I'll go slit my wrists!" and the others are the ones too weak and cowardly to deal with the shit life gives them, thus: suicide. As you can tell, I rather...dislike people who claim to be emo. Being emo is a fad, just like being 'goffik' or any other overly common 'oppressed' stereotype.

 

What these "emos" need:

 

I've come to the point of believing that anything you read about being 'Emote' or even 'Goffik' (Damn you Demon, reminding me of that shitfest >_<) is one giant, absolute lie.

Nobody, and I repeat, NOBODY, that is actually emotionally scarred to the point of causing themselves bodily harm, ever tells a single person about it. True 'Goth' (Of course not so much this), but even the more true 'Emo', is a psychological problem that none of them want to know.

Some of the teenagers I voulenteer with, unfortunately more the girls then boys, have caused themselves bodily harm. But they don't say anything. They don't even hint at it. The signs are so subtle that you wouldn't even know unless you knew exactly what to look for. The small changes in personality and stance.

Emily (No last name due to confidentiality concerns), was a sweet, beautiful, intelligent young teenager that I mentored last year. She averaged B's in high school, had a very nice home life, even enjoyed playing music on her clarinet. She is always full of smiles and one of the only reason's I even mentored her was because she had some confidence issues that she couldn't seem to overcome.

I had taken her, and another group of teenagers I look after at Trower Center, to a Giants game in S.F. It was rather cold so of course we were all bundled up, and she happened to be wearing a turtle neck. I never would have even guessed something was wrong until one of my other teens tried to wrap their arm's around her neck for a picture. Emily yelped, and pulled back, but did damn good to cover her actions. But I had my suspicions.

After I had dropped the others off, I took her out for a movie and a bite to eat. Definitely not proper etiquette, but I needed something to relax her before I started pressing for answers. Because people who truly have this problem in their lives tell NO ONE. Needless to say, not long into our meal I finally got her to talk, and to absolute surprise she pulled part of the neck down on her turtleneck to show me a couple long scratches and bruises. She had been asphyxiating herself for almost a week. She cried so hard because she was ashamed, absolutely ashamed about herslef and that she deserved it somehow. It broke my heart. A lovely young girl, not looking for attention, but having a serious problem caused by frustration she didn't understand. Which only caused her to become more frustrated because of her lack of knowledge on how to deal with it all. It broke my heart to the point that I cried with her.

Just one, one single teenager, amongst the dozens I try to help. Dozens that acutally have a serious problem that they hide from every soul they meet.

It's one thing to write an emotional HP story. Even over the top emotional. It's natural. Emotions are part of what make us human beings and make us compassionate.

But to see this sickening display you cunts write in your 'Emo' Harry stories. Stories about 'cutting' and Harry hurting himself like it's some kind of fucking trend makes me sick. Physically, mentally, and emotionall sick. To the point that I actually want to vomit.

You write Harry like he's some kind of martyr when he hurts himself when you fucking poser's have no idea what it's like, do you? You have no fucking crystal concept what it's like to be so lost, unsure and frustrated that you turn to something that is so deadly. But you all believe it's so notoriously 'trendy'.

I swear, if I ever meet any dipshit 'Emo' writer, I won't hurt you or call you dirty names. No, I'll drag you to the center with me, and sit you down in front of someone that truly has a problem. Someone who truly feels like the world is against them for whatever reason. Someone that has a REASON to cry at night. And for one moment, I want you to watch a person you would believe a 'god' as they cry. Cry and cry and cry about how they wish they didn't feel the way they do. How they want to change.

That's what it means to have emotional turmoil. Not you fucking 'Emo's. Not you dipshit 'Goffiks'. Not you idiotic 'Everyone hates me's. Not you poser 'I want to kill myself's. Not one of you can understand what they go through.

Fucking losers, I almost wish you did have this problem. But you want to know the truth? It's a terrible sight that I wouldn't wish upon anyone. So be proud of yourselves you fuckers.

 

It's like we all have to be labeled now! If you get depressed, you're automatically a gothic person and/or emo. And it's not just that I hate emos. It's just they act like they are so depserate for attention. Sometimes, it seems like their parents just totally ingored them and now, they're trying to the get the world's pity! I Mean, some people who claim to be emo but there you have those people out there who just totally mess up the image. Emo's are now the butts of all jokes and no one respects them. It's almost not fair in a sense. What I meant to say was 'I wish all the posers would drop on the face of the Earth.' Posers just really give a bad name for everyone because they're trying a little to hard to be something they're not. Life would be so much easier if everyone just acted like themselves.

 

I wish all those emo fucks would just become an hero, thus both earning the right to write that crap and being unable to.

 

When i was a kid, i use to get bullied on by everyone at school. I had alot of bullies and i really didn't know how to deal with this kind of shit. The other kids didn't want to help me because they didn't want to get involved.

In the whole school i only had "one" friend and even then he doesn't know how to help me. I had the potential to be come an emo or whatever you call it, but i didn't.

Like many other posts above me said, many of these posers are trying to be something there not. The only reason i wasn't emotionally fucked up is because i held on. No matter how much i cried, i held on but it changed me in the future.

The point i'm trying to make here is, these losers don't have individualism and there too much of a pussy to accept what life is. So they hide behind there parents ass hopeing reality would go away. Its all fucked up.

 

Thal, that even made me feel like a dipshit, and I in no way practice emo-writing. ++REP.

 

Nah K, your story just goes a bit deeper into human feelings, just like any really well written story. Just tiresome seeing the 'ZoMG! Evurybudy hates mE! I gotta cuttz cuz I h8ter lifE!!!'

Especially when you know that was written by some pampered little 13 year old that just wants to rebel against 'Mommy and Daddy!'

 

We call that a self-insert, BMM.

 

Um, ok... :?: