It's time for another entry! YAY! My emoness is totally unsurpassed, as I cannot pass a computer without checking for comments from my lovely emo patrons who are just as sad and despondent and misunderstood as I am, and who are pouring as many tears of crimson regret and woe and blood red sorrow. The emoness of my heart pains me. My eyes are as hollow as the wonderful and awe inspiring lyrics of Conor Oberst. His lyrical voice calls to me, singing lyrics that are woefully full of woe and so very sad and emolicious. I headbang slowly to the slow acoustic guitar riffs that parody the slow beating pain of my heart, my greasy black hair shining and bouncing. My black rimmed glasses surround my eyes with blackness as so many tears have before with crimson regret and sadness. My woefulness is only surpassed by the unfortunate weather of my heart. It always seems to be raining and I cannot live without my black hoodie shielding my from the evils of the world. Ok, now onto some real shit. JESUS CHRIST, WHAT THE FUCK IS BRIGHT EYES?! Someone please fill me in because my totally emo-er-osity is really suffering because I don't know who or what the fuck Bright Eyes is. Oh, my emo-ness pains me down to the core of my bleeding heart so full of blood. Love hates me as I traipse down the halls with my head down, my headphones blaring such sweet and sorrowful lyrics. All the heads of those brightly dressed clones turn to stare at me in my emo glory as I make my way, very sorrowfully, to the bathroom, so scratch at my arm with a protractor. Oh woe is me.