What? Emoliciousness....IN CLASS!?!?! Why yes! My crazily glorious emo-ness has finished the civics work, and therefore can write in this diary of sadness and razors and blackness in a kitten's sweet heart of woe and sadness and woe. My emo is like...woe. AHAHAH. Oh, I must bow to the greatness of the supreme vampire emo goddess, Amy Lee. Then, I shall make an offering to the crimson sadness of XCrymsinXFyveX. I will burn a whole tube of hair gel and black dye which could ordinarily be used to be make me even more emo than I already am, if that were possible. The only way my crimson sadness could be even more crimsonly sad is if Billy Talent died. In that case, I would not be able to think of what I'd do if I had nothing to lose and an emo razor blade to gain into my sweet sweet paleness of my emo flesh covered with red and black striped armbands very similar to the superior layout of this website. And now, some emo poetry. Emo ;'""|!*$$ is so sad and Crim SIN^&@* ahfjshadDEATH98790141 and sadness plag ues my emo soul**&& ; semicolons of sadness and tears of red and BLACK {]*%(``~