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[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

So, what's making you emo lately?

And don't lie, I know you're emo. Almost all of us are teenagers, that's automatic emo!

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[ella-obeys.livejournal.com]

Oh, you know, I've been under a curse since birth and there seem to be two boys interested in me.

Which I guess would be a good problem to have, but one of them is my future husband and the other is hot, here and named Dick, so you see the dilemma.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

Dick's my roommate! He's a good guy!

I sometimes feel cursed, if that helps but a real curse? Wow.

[laidanegg.livejournal.com]

My parents died in front of my eyes thanks to a mob guy who got away. Then a billionaire with his own dead parents trauma took me in, ignored me for a month while he went out to do "social things" at night, only to eventually reveal to me that he was a crazy guy who beat up criminals in one of the most crime-infested cities in the world with his bare hands on a nightly basis while dressed like a bat. Then he pulled me into that life - at the age of 10, mind you - and I've been following whatever rules he lays down for me ever since. And I can never tell anyone about that. Ever.

But you know what? I'm mostly okay with that and not actually emo. For now.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

Your life sounds more complicated than mine and yet YOU'RE DEALING BETTER.

[intraspective]

Can I beat up this billionaire? Or at least, you know, Have Words with him?

And you too, you're so not getting off lightly.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

...maybe I should dye my hair black. Poeple don't seem to like teh way I look.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

What makes you say that?

[gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com]

My species is nearly extinct, everyone I know might be an alien impostor, I may be an alien impostor again for all I know, I have a son who's completely psycho, I'm in charge of a secret murder squad that's trying to prevent the end of mutant kind that's made up of a bunch of people who shouldn't be doing that work, and I remember everything about my century plus of life, even if it is still a bit jumbled.

And you wonder why I don't talk much.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

I'm surprised you don't drink more.

[veryarthurdent.livejournal.com]

http://community.livejournal.com/doctorwhy/2389.html

Life. Don't talk to me about life.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

...yeah, I think you might win.

By a mile.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Have you seen today's economy?

Also? My boyfriend loves breasts and I have a veritable washboard for a chest...THANKS PUBERTY.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

The economy is confusing and there are numbers! So, no. I don't look at that.

Awww, I would offer pie but that's kind of weird. Um. Maybe they'll...no, scratch that. Maybe he'll...no, scratch that. I'm sure he loves yours too!

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

I've been lying to everyone since the day I got here about who and what I am, and why I'm here. I'm a raging hypocrite, since I yell at other people for not trusting me, and my friends are all going to hate me.

Sadly, that's not what's making me emo. What makes me emo is knowing how he's going to hate me look at me like I stomped on his puppy, and I can't fix it.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

There's no way to make things better? He won't understand at all?

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

I'm about to defy everything anyone ever said about what I could do prior to coming here; I might actually go as far as to say that, currently, my present emo situation has been cured.

Of course, I hear it's a chronic illness all the same. Give it time. I still have only half a brain, paralysis of nearly half my body, a terrible fear of being eaten alive, a father that I hate, a mother that I hate, a sister that I hate, a sister that I don't hate but might be dead, a fear of drowning, and a...crippling fear (at least I have my humor, right?) of being in love despite being quite stupidly in it.

I don't know what emo you're talking about.

Oh, and I only like my boyfriend for his arms

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

I can be emo enough for the both of us! Canon demands it. At least you'll be leaving to do something you love? That's more good, right?

I KNEW IT!

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

I've got not just one but two people who I'll probably end up disappointing and not being strong enough for...

..and, deep down, even I have to admit it:

I have an ugly ass cat.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

Disappointment of loved ones sucks. And it especially sucks if its a self fulfilling prophecy.

And hey, your cat loves you! That counts for something!

[pyroliz.livejournal.com]

I lost control of my powers and burnt a city block, killing everyone living there including my mother. My father disowned me and if Professor Broom hadn't taken me I'd have wound up in a mental institution somewhere.

I also still haven't gotten full control of my powers so I still have fear that I'm going to lose control again.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

Yikes, that's rough. I approve of your mighty emo and I hope it gets better. I know all about fathers that disown. Got one of those myself.

[all4thewookiees.livejournal.com]

Emo? You kids don't know anything about feeling bad. When I was young, I had real trauma. I went against the commands of the Jedi Order and married a girl, trained her in the Force, watched her go evil, had a fight to the death with her that I won but I couldn't bring myself to kill her. She then went on to kill a bunch of my friends before being blown up in battle.

And did I get all depressed about it? No! The Jedi told me that I learned my lessons the hard way and offered to promote me. I didn't mope and accept it. I didn't mope and reject it. I told them where they could stick their promotion, walked away from the order, had plenty of adventures, spent a couple decades with Wookiees, then helped save the galaxy.

Get some perspective and stop whining!

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

But, dude, Wookies. I think that may be as bad as emo.

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

I'm... not actually emo. Not right now, anyway.

Give it some time and a job where I have to put faces on murder victims, and that'll do it.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

I'll have to get that grass skirt on soon, make sure you don't get emo.

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

I'm not emo, I just think you're all insane. Coming from the girl who has issues with 'Sanity Days', I think that says something.

Fine. I am mildly emo pissed that people seem to think I shouldn't like being me. I like myself, issues and everything. So I committed genocide and tried to end the world. Guess what? I don't feel bad about it, and I'm not going to let you make me.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

*wide eyes*

That's...hey, if you had to do it, you had to do it, right?

Um. Maybe?

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

I have the unsettling feeling that one day I'll find out someone I maybe love is severely messed up. In the rape, murder and suicide kind of way.

But I'm probably just being paranoid. Right? I'd notice that sort of thing...

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

Wow, I hope that's just paranoia because...eek.

[blinkandsneeze.livejournal.com]

I don’t really call it emo, just what life is, you realize. I don’t know how old I am, just that I’ve been through five canon wars and probably more than that and I haven’t even had the common sense to do them in chronological order. Do you know how hard it is to keep track of all of that?

And there’s never any point in making real friends because, bam! War’s over and I’m in another time again.

[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

I'm the person written about in prophecy that the hands of Uquar have been waiting for for hundreds of years, right? So what do they do? Throw me out into exile - stoning me in the process.

So, I Walk the Bounds for ages, finally end up helping to save all the worlds, Uquar is freed, I bring about the beginning of the wider times as was prophesied and what do the priests do?

Do they thank me? Let me help bring about the wider times?

No. They exile me again to this place. And threaten to stone me again if I don't go.

Whyever would I be emo?

(And let's not even discuss the probability that my arm really isn't a gift but just a deformity..)

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

My parents died in a plane crash, very possibly in an act of industrial sabotage because my father almost had a potential cure for cancer. I've been indirectly responsible for the deaths of my Uncle Ben, Gwen Stacey, and her father. One of my best friends was turned into a horrible monster by his psycho father who eventually killed him (as well as a whole bunch of clones of mine) before letting himself be killed. The closet thing I've had to a father figure since Uncle Ben died was kind of a huge jerk and has disappeared off the face of the earth. My aunt - who is my last living relative - had a heart attack when she found out that I'm a super-hero.

And I have a compulsive drive to risk my life frequently in an attempt to not let anyone else be harmed. I seriously CAN'T stop doing that.

But things are pretty good right now, so I haven't been freaking out too much about all of that recently. Out loud, at least.

[swerval_zero]

*thwaps sense into you*

Better now?

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

I’m the heir to my clan and yet both my cousin and my younger sister are better suited for the task according to my father. I’m the ‘disappointment’. My mother is dead, and I was sent here because my father didn’t think I was improving fast enough back home.

He shoved me here to get me out of the way.

And the boy I like is barely aware of the fact that I exist and I’m never going to be good enough for him to see me. Sakura-san is better suited for him, everyone knows.

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

Awww. So sad.

[the_merriest]

I reached my Home just to watch the city burn to the ground. I couldn't stop at the bodies of my loved ones -- not even to see if they were still alive -- because I had to get underground, before the whole city went down. Most of my tribe is dead now. Most of the Yevonites said that we must have deserved it.

That's what it means to be an Al Bhed.

And now I'm dating a guy who did things just as bad to other people. I love him. And I don't blame him. But it makes things hard, sometimes. That's all.

[raspberryturk]

You don't gotta blame me. I blame me anyhow.

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Emo? I spent eight years in a catatonic state because I couldn't forgive myself for surviving the fire that killed the rest of my family. Then all the imaginary friends in my head taunted me and tried to kill me. You know, while I was still in an insane asylum.

So yes, I'm a little emo.

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Catatonic states and voices in your head? And you have a pet that watches out for you?

Kitty-girl, we need to form a club.

[raspberryturk]

I, uh. Kinda played accessory to the world-controllin' corporation that destroyed the planet's resources for generations to come, murdered, kidnapped, and tortured people to get ahead, and forced people to serve them or suffer. I dropped a giant chunk of city on top of another chunk of city thinking that the people who were responsible for the deaths of most of my teammates were underneath. Nobody told me that there were two freaking AVALANCHEs. Who the hell names their terrorist group after another terrorist group, anyhow? Causes confusion.

Also, my hometown is laying in ruins, and that's probably partly my fault. People all over the place are dropping dead like flies from a mysterious illness that started when the planet saved itself from the GIANT ROCK FALLING FROM THE SKY, and I work for a hardass jerk who thinks that my girlfriend is a threat to my loyalty to the empty husk that used to be ShinRa Inc.

Note to Tseng: THERE AIN'T NO FREAKIN' SHINRA. THE BUILDING FELL DOWN. THE DUDE AT THE TOP IS DYIN' IN A WHEELCHAIR. My girlfriend hates what I do for a living, and here I am, still doing it. I'm the same damn thing as the people who killed off most of her freakin' tribe. Don't emo at me because you can't keep a girlfriend (or boyfriend. I ain't gonna judge you and that SOLDIER boy) for more than a couple of years before they end up dead, yo.