Forever XXDDDD

There's something funny about seeing the poorly chopped hair,

Black eyeliner bleeding down under my eyes and smeared at the corners,

Fingers rubbed away at tears once had.

Horrible jesters of death,

Life could have been so much worse.

So here I see them, talk about them, and remember when I was them.

The studded belts, bracelets, wanton for face piercings, and teased dyed black hair.

The horribly cringe text messages with 'XXDDDD' as if to somehow show I was laughing, laughing as much as if I was in a full fit when I only sat there and chuckled under my breath.

Breathing in words, loving curses and all things dark and evil. You'd think I was the embodiment off all things anti-Christ, but I was just some devil of a teen with a keen eye for anything black with a twisted and sinister nature behind it. Loving the expression of death and all things progressive.

Singers screaming till their voice goes hoarse into the mic,

promises of loving each other even after death.

Engaging the Killswitch,

Singing of the Black Parade.

I'm sure more controversy could be made,

but the funnier parts are all that is left to be laid out to rest before me in albums stretched far and wide over the span of a decade of my life.

The 'Emo Phase' and how it aged.

Oh, how I turn away from the photos.

Smile and laugh at myself, cover the photo and pretend to be unaware.

To act like that would ever happen again.

Hell no.

And I know that the emo phase was hardly a phase, but the style was.

The dress was and I found a more mature way, an alternative just like to the rock, to show my goth and punk sides just the way I want.