'you could so see his receding hairline'
'i know, he has an emover'
Emo, "Don’t hate me because I make myself depressed. I’m going home to kill myself.”
Emo Clone, “Now look what you did. You made his mascara run.”
Normie, "I pray for his success."
Boy With Emover (Sam): Don't look at my hair, and if you're really lucky I'll look down your shirt...When I finish writing this deeply expessive faux-suicide letter to my mother, explaining that because she didn't buy me a cowboy hat for my sixth birthday I have recently resorted to stealing her nail polish and eye makeup to try and heal my everlasting internal wounds. *tear*