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My advice is screw all these haters that don't like emo kids. Muck around in the melodrama while you can. Those memories are your rightful gothic inheritance in place of all the dances and football games.
The word 'emo' hadn't been invented yet when I would have fit the bill, but I charish my ridiculous teenage angst the way normal kids now value the memories of stupid pre-teen relationship drama. Youthful fun.
Indulge in emoness while it still makes sense. I'm glad I did.
Black and white photos at the cemetary. Crappy drawings of grim reapers. Enough metal in your face to supply Detroit. Do all of it. It's your birthright.
The fact is that being emo is one of the ways most encouraging of personal creativity you can choose to pull youself through the meat-grinder that is adolesence.
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