new username and stuff
hello. i have a new username and would be absolutely delighted if you would add it to this community for me. it's emily_is_love. thanks!
hello, grab your bag, lets GO!!!!
hello,grab your bag,lets go
hello, grab your bag, lets go.
grab your handbag-and lets go
Local Band
There is this wonderful two person band from Redwood City, CA called Sounds Like Life that plays acoustic emo music. You chan check out their music at http://www.purevolume.com/soundslikelife or search for them on myspace.com if you are a member.
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I think I spoke too soon when I said it was a pretty good day. Not only am I not going to the concert, but Jessica's Druggie friend, Margaret, just insulted me about everything I care about. She called me whore, and said that I don't care about my friends. And that it would be a good thing if I killed myself.
She doesnt even know me, and I know that shes just saying that because she's mean and angry. But I can't help but feeling upset.
I deal with so much shit each day. From trying to keep a friend from turning into an alcoholic, to my parents yelling at me about everything, to the thoughts in my own head.
I'm brave enough to not kill myself, because I know there are people out there who love me, and I would hurt them if I was no longer here. But I can't help but wonder if with everything I'm trying to do, if I actually mean a lot to people, or am I just another fun face in the crowd of friends.
I'm walking on fragile ground, and it doesnt take much to push me off. I thought life was good because I finally came to terms with someone from my elementary school, and now we're talking again. But now I wonder if I can ever not be the person that gets torn apart by others for no reason.
(x-posted on my lj)
She doesnt even know me, and I know that shes just saying that because she's mean and angry. But I can't help but feeling upset.
I deal with so much shit each day. From trying to keep a friend from turning into an alcoholic, to my parents yelling at me about everything, to the thoughts in my own head.
I'm brave enough to not kill myself, because I know there are people out there who love me, and I would hurt them if I was no longer here. But I can't help but wonder if with everything I'm trying to do, if I actually mean a lot to people, or am I just another fun face in the crowd of friends.
I'm walking on fragile ground, and it doesnt take much to push me off. I thought life was good because I finally came to terms with someone from my elementary school, and now we're talking again. But now I wonder if I can ever not be the person that gets torn apart by others for no reason.
(x-posted on my lj)
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Woah. . .
Some body needs to be active here. Not saying that I am. But it's pretty dead in here. Well I'm just writing this to say. . .um. Let's all read this and gain inspiration to promote.
Or maybe people could just start talking. . .about the greatness of emo. . .
Maybe talk about. . . your guitars/what you play. Name some emo songs you can play. I don't know.
But I'm bored. . .
Or maybe people could just start talking. . .about the greatness of emo. . .
Maybe talk about. . . your guitars/what you play. Name some emo songs you can play. I don't know.
But I'm bored. . .