Pay no attention to the title. It has absolutely no literary reference at all. I am not currently emoing about my inability to break free of societal conventions, nor how Ibsen is some sort of mind-reading prophet whose works transcend space-time just to mock me in my sleep. Nope, none of that at all.
So someone tells me I emo too much on my blog. Or rather, I get the impression he was telling me I was emoing too much. Okay, fine. I think I emo too much.
And you know what, I think he is wrong. I mean me is wrong. I is wrong.
...you know what again? Forget it.
I AM NOT CONSTANTLY EMO.
I might type emo stuff about myself on the blog, and talk to my friends about emo stuff, but they're not emo stuff! They're not I tell you! NOT!!!
I'm just...reflecting. Yes, that's it. Reflecting. Like you know, in a mirror. With cracks.
Besides, I only post on my blog when I'm sad. Which is why all my posts seem to be emo. Its not as though I post everyd- wait crap I do post every single day.
Erm, you know what? Forget this whole post. The bottom line is: I AM NOT EMO.
Now go away while I get the scissors.
(Not an Emo-tard)