Hi! You’re a pure blood emo, I see.
It’s been like years, I suppose, since I read that comment from I can’t remember heck where and whom it was from. I ignored it because it’s the kind to be ignored and thrown out of the window. Yet, for some reason, there has been an evolution with the emo god and emos all around the country are like plagues, you know. Even gays who were usually kikay (feminist – pink, flower and ribbons type) are wearing tight jeans and long bangs and calling themselves “emo” now. I have nothing against emos. At some point, I support them even. Because I know how they feel and such and how society treats them like trash. But you know, it’s not that society treats them like trash, it’s just them thinking that way. And even if society treats them like trash, they care too much of what other people think.
Anyway, going back to my complaint, I will say this once and for all and for the people out there who doesn’t know what their talking about, I AM NOT AN EMO. Got that? I refuse to be coined as someone who has too much of what I lack. And what heck is with this “pure blood” shit? Is there even a pure blood emo in the first place? What do you call the not so pure blood then? Half blood? I am pathetic, I know, but I wont go that far as to kill myself because it’ll make me look even more pathetic when I give up. I do admit that if I would be given a chance, I would’ve gave up my virginity to the devil for a price or better yet, sold my soul to him for tons of money that I would spend over to buy a concert ticket with backstage pass for X Japan’s Reunion Concert in Tokyo Dome this March 28th and 30th, but slicing my wrist for the purpose of “nobody loves me” – that’s bullshit. Why would I scar my smooth skin and waste a drop of my beautiful, warm crimson blood? I would rather drink it. So what the heck am I? I’m a pure blood vampire who hails before sexy bishonen. A lover of the dark who collects anything with the word “dead” in it.
In all honesty, every single time I was called an emo, I felt insulted and at some point, I feel disgusted with people. Just because emos and goths look slightly alike, it doesn’t mean they’re the same. It’s like their saying hawks and eagles are the same. But then, thinking about how the emo invasion has been going around these days, it makes think that people just doesn’t know what their talking about. It’s like all the people who wears black are now emo. But then again, thinking about the fact that we all live in the dark side of the world, and like us, they’re being rejected too, it makes my disgust less and less. But then again, I still refused to be called an emo. Maybe because I just couldn’t let go of that idea that I’m like an aristocrat being mixed with peasants and commoners. In other words, it’s just my goddamn pride that’s running.
But with all these acceptance and such, I am still not in any bit of favor for emo music. I’ve heard songs from classical down to heavy metal but my opinion of them stays the same – they simply suck.