Emo Angel... save me!
Entry 3
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Sunday 18th April 2013
If there was a penny for every time someone bullied me, i would be a billionaire. But so much for that. Dumb-ass kids keep throwing bricks at my window and eggs at the front window. Morons need to get a life of there own!
So school tomorrow, so homework and studies tonight, it's not as if I have anything better to do with my life anyway? We are scheduled to move house on the 7th May. My brother will be moving back in with us too! Fantastic news! Not.
My brother got to go to a 'special' collage. Mum and dad sent him there, probably so he didn't get involved with me and my emo-y-ness? Well thats what my brother said anyway. We are still in touch over facebook and twitter but, come on, he is way to busy for his EMO little brother anyway.
Everyone has started to pack. Already! I think the neighbours are glad we're moving because when mum and dad are out it's just me, alone, so I have no other choice but to blast my music and scream and shout to Black Veil Brides and Green Day!
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Emo Angel
PoetryDiaries of an Emo Life... please save me? A/N: These dairy entries are very short and will start to get violent with fights but it won't be in present time, only written in the past tense
