rebelfromthewaistdown's blog

Never mind the bullocks, this is the true story of a scene called emo. Is it the angle of a self-taken photograph that defines me as a person? Is it the tightness of my pants that renders me an indvidual? Is it my expression of emotional sensitivity that shows my worth as a human being?

I am condemned. I am a heretic, and a blasphemer, and an apostate. And if what eight years of indoctrination into fundamental Christianity taught me is correct, I will be greeted at my death with rejection and damnation from the ever-merciful, loving God who knew and loved me before I was born.

Once upon a time never happened, and happily ever after never will. Though we drown amidst a sea of MTV drama, no Prince Charming seeks to save us from our dungeon. Though we pillow our comfort and smother our consciousness in the Ikea furniture store we call America, no happy endings await us in our destined future. Only loose ends, plotholes, and dissonance.