the name is kelsey
i am a christian
which means i strongly believe in god and that jesus is the savior
if you dont agree, than its best you dont talk to me because nothing will change my mind.
i am NOT a boy
i own a black and white fender stratocaster
for u all who have no clue what that is, ITS AN ELETRIC GUITAR!
"omg really!?!?!"
yes... really.
ima sophmore in highschool
i love rock
i hate rap
"but rap is like, the shiz!"
shut up.
i really hate country
i super mega hate bluegrass
im not emo
im not gothic
im not punk
im not preppy
im not a loser
im not a sports freak
"than what are you?"
i am me
everyone has tried to label me as something & it annoys the crap out of me
anyways....
music is my life
and i couldnt play sports to save my life...
some of my favorite bands are:
30 seconds to mars
ACDC
adire
AFI
alkaline trio
anberlin
angels & airwaves
as i lay dying
ashley parker angel
atreyu
augustana
avenged sevenfold
avril lavigne
blink-182
blue october
boston
bowling for soup
boys like girls
breaking benjamin
bullet for my valintine
copper
crossfade
cute is what we aim for
dashboard confessional
daughtry
deep purple
demon hunter
disturbed
dragon force
escape the fate
evenesence
flyleaf
foo fighters
from first to last
greenday
good charlotte
hawthorne heights
helmet
HIM
I am ghost
jimmy eat world
killswitch engage
kiss
korn
my chemical romance
ozzy osbourne
paramore pixies
saosin
secondhand serenade
silverstien
simple plan
slipknot
sullivan
sum 41
switchfoot
system of a down
taking back sunday
teddy geiger
the all american rejects
the almost
the darkness
the exies
the red jumpsuit apparatus
the surface
the used
three days grace
twisted sister
just to name a few....
(I WROTE MYSELF)
dear diary,
im depressed.
i cant get all of this agony out of me
all i can think about is where the crap my razor blades are and poetry .
no one seems to under stand me
every one talks about me at school
i dont care
i have you to talk to sweet sweet diary
im still depressed
my guitar strings broke
to bad i dont know even know how to play even if they wernt broken
dear diary
i have no friends
all i can think about is death
nothing is going right for me
my parents are imberessed of me and are constantly on my case
why live?
*diary starts talking*
dear emo,
YOUR PATHETIC
first off, why are you depressed?
did someone in your family die!?
emo: um... no
diary: are you on your period?
emo: um....no
diary: than why the crap are you depressed?!
emo:.... because my life sucks
diary: ok WHY does it suck?
emo: because no one understands me
diary: did someone physically come up to you and say "dude, i dont understand you"?
emo: well.... no
diary: so your just going to asume that no one understands you
emo: i see people talking about me and pointing and laughing at me
diary: thats because you are dressing like a freak
emo:.................
diary: ok next question, why cut yourself?
emo: because it releases all the pain inside...
diary: your kidding
emo: nope
diary: your just doing that for attention
emo: how the crap can i do that for attention if no one sees me do it?
diary: so you can walk around with scratches on your arms so people will look at you and say "holy crap he really is emo"
emo:..............
diary: ok another question, if your guitar strings broke, why dont you just go buy some more?
emo: because it wont heal the pain inside
diary:.............. your a pussy
emo: its the truth
diary: so your going to cry because your guitar strings broke, but your not going to buy some more
emo: ......... yea
diary: .................ok? next question... if you dont have any friends, why dont you go make some?
emo: because everyone makes fun of my pain
diary: didn't we establish this before?
emo:..................
diary: and if all you can think about is death than watch freaking little kid shows, mabye max and ruby or mabye dora
emo: i dont want to learn spainsh...
diary: you need a life
emo: i have one.... its just filled with disparity
diary: .............. and you say your parents are always imberessed of you and are 'on your case'
emo: yea
diary: well if i had a child that acted like you i would be imberessed of you too
emo: see no one under stands me
diary: your acting like a child
emo: .................
diary: and you asked why live? well, the reason why people 'live' is so they can make something of themselves, get jobs, raise familes, get old and die.
emo: i can do that dieing part
diary: look how many grown ups do you see sitting in their bedroom corners with all black on, razor blades, and crying saying they have no friends, when they arnt even attempting to make any... so they just stay in corners listing to freaking hawthorne heights for 5 hours cutting themselves and writing poetry? how many people do you doing that!?!?!
emo:........... my friend Steve
diary: and how old is your friend STEVE
emo: he will be 16 next month
diary: you all are just a bunch of average teens trying to find their place in this world....
emo: your making fun of my feelings
diary: your a pussy
emo: ok explain why i can keep a serious relationship
diary:.......... because your acting like a kid, all girls have pussys, they dont need another one
emo: ............ how come i can keep relationships with guys?
diary: your a freak you know that?
emo: tell me
diary: i just did, cuz your a freak
emo: im going to kill myself
diary: your problems will only start if you do that
emo: my problems cant get any worse than they are now
diary: see thats the thing about you stupid teenagers, you all dont think. you think hey i am going to kill myself and end it all, but thats only starting your problems
emo: how are they only STARTING?!
diary: when you kill yourself, you will spend the rest of eternity burning in the flames of h***
emo: thats not so bad
diary: the fire down there is 7 times hotter than on earth
emo: that still doesnt sound bad
diary: ok than kill yourself i dont care! you will see you made a mistake
emo: *turns on hawthorne heights and starts crying*
diary: did our talk help you at all?
emo: *gets razor and cuts himself*
diary: not even a little?!
emo: look just leave me alone... i thought i could talk to you but your just like the others
diary: your pathetic
emo: your making fun of my feelings, now leave me alone
diary: man did i waste my time. ok everyone, MORAL OF THE STORY:
DONT BE 'EMO'
DONT WALK AROUND AND SAY "HEY EVERYONE IM EMO, SEE I HAVE CUTS ON MY ARM"
EMO ISNT A STEROTYPE, ITS A TYPE OF MUSIC
YOU CANT BE A TYPE OF MUSIC
SO ALL YOU 'EMO' KIDS OUT THERE...
GROW UP
NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR "FEELINGS" OR YOUR "SUFFERING"
YOUR ONLY MAKING YOURSELF LOOK STUPID AND YOUR ONLY HURTING YOURSELF
IF YOU AGREE THAN REPOST THIS BULLETIN
emo: who are you talking to now
diary: people who actually have a little since and are not losers
