An Emo's Diary

8th of October 2008
Today I had another fight with my mother; she still wants me to dress like a girl, with pink ribbons and white T-shirts with a big happy face on it; I think she is worried. I would like her to understand me, I want her to know that I would never hurt me; I just want to be with people ho think like me.
At school everything was the same, the small children are afraid when I’m around, and the ones who used to be my friends don’t talk to me, they don’t even look at my face without making something to make sure I understand they hate me. I think that they can do whatever they like; I don’t really care, because if they judge me for how I am, then they shouldn’t be even closer to me. I just hate that the world is so unfair and against me. With my real friends I met a boy who cries a lot and just wants to cut his arms and legs and talks all day about suicide, it’s horrible. I didn’t like him at all because he is one of the people who think that we only want to die to go to the “Black Parade”. He must have serious problems. I hate that people puts on stereotypes which don’t match at all with us. I just wish that this ugly world could accept us, after all we are still human.