Are YOU SUPER LAME? Come Talk About It!
Let's all get together, bring our shitty, little lives with us and get onto DrunkenStepFather.com and wallow in our inadequacies...
I'll start...once upon a time in a faraway land, there lived an EMO-Kid, he was the tiniest EMO-Kid and all the other EMO-Kids would pick on him and call him, "Normal" or "Content" and worse of all "Well-Adjusted".
This made the tiniest EMO-Kid even sadder than he already was. He wasn't getting along with his parents, all of his teachers didn't know at first if he was a boy or a girl, even he had trouble with that sometimes.
One day on a particularly murky, rainy day his favorite black, skinny-jeans were dirty so with tears in his EMO-eyes he pulled them on just the same and sulked to the bus stop. His friend jimmy was there. Jimmy was another EMO-Kid who hated his run of the mill name and introduced himself as "Weeping Death Cat". So WDC and EMO-Kid waited for the school bus...
School was the same as it usually is; with people making fun and throwing things at WDC and EMO-kid...
EMO-Kid loved coming home after school so he could jump on the World Wide Web and go his favorite forum site: DSF.com, where he could bring all of his problems online and bore people to tears. EMO-Kid was too cool for porn and hated all of the great music DSF.com had to offer. Nope, he would just mope around making unfunny comments and starting thread that would allow him to perpetuate his misery...
THE END
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