i was a pretty serious emo kid in middle school.
then one day, i was standing with all my little emo friends talking about how much we like my chemical romance and brand new, (i still like Brand New) and how much we hate our lives and parents and how misunderstood we were as teenagers or whatever. i looked at myself and them and i was just like
"fuck this, i really like my parents. they feed me. these clothes are fucking retarded and this music is awful. people dont treat me poorly because im misunderstood, they treat me poorly because my pants have fucking spikes on them. my life doesn't even suck a little bit and i fucking hate poetry and the color black,i think cutting your wrists is fucking gay also all the shirts at hot topic fit really short and wide. which sucks."
and then i stopped being emo. like, right there. i was just done. it was a wierd transition. i walked funny at first because it took awhile to get used to wearing pants that weren't weighed down by chains.