Life of an Abused Emo
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| - | You are an emo | + | You are an emo boy. Your life has always been hell, thanks to your emotionally abusive, neglectful, and controlling parents. They have caused you to hate yourself, given you Depersonalization and Depression, and a Borderline Personality to boot. They make you work, all of the time, for absolutely no reward. You've wished a million times to scream at them, to swear at them... to kill them. But you've never said anything, because they have complete control over you. Oh, and you live out in the country, so there's plenty of meaningless work, always. |
| - | It's Monday. You turn off your alarm, and put on some of your emo clothes that | + | It's Monday. You turn off your alarm, and put on some of your emo clothes that you were lucky enough to get from your friends (your parents would never allow it). What do you do? |
*[[I have to go to high school. Get ready for school]] | *[[I have to go to high school. Get ready for school]] | ||
*[[Skip school, and run away from home]] | *[[Skip school, and run away from home]] | ||
Current revision as of 20:46, 25 September 2011
You are an emo boy. Your life has always been hell, thanks to your emotionally abusive, neglectful, and controlling parents. They have caused you to hate yourself, given you Depersonalization and Depression, and a Borderline Personality to boot. They make you work, all of the time, for absolutely no reward. You've wished a million times to scream at them, to swear at them... to kill them. But you've never said anything, because they have complete control over you. Oh, and you live out in the country, so there's plenty of meaningless work, always.
It's Monday. You turn off your alarm, and put on some of your emo clothes that you were lucky enough to get from your friends (your parents would never allow it). What do you do?
