Story Of My Emo Life

First of all, I'm not an emo anymore, I moved on and I'm not part of any scene anymore. But when I was younger, I've gone trough all this, I was wearing black, cutting myself and listening to drepressive music. And actually, I still wear a lot of black today, but that's because I'm a rocker. Anyway, I just want you to know that I know what it's like to feel alone and hated by everyone and if you wanna talk about it, I'm here. I would have never made it without a helping hand so today I want to pay back. Well my story starts when I was 11, my parents divorced, my father really hated my mother for leaving him and I had to feel it. Besides, I kept thinking it was my fault. School wasn't good either, I was good, but I barely had friends, the other kids from my class used to bully me a lot calling me fat and claiming I was a nazi (yes, I'm German, apparently that makes me responsible for everything that happens during WWll). So, I used to cry everyday on my way back home, I started cutting myself and played with the idea of commiting suicide. I started dressing up like an emo which arranged nothing at school, I live on the countryside and at this time, almost nobody in my school had ever heard the word emo. So they bullied me even harder. Anyway, as I came to high school everything was a lot different and actually more pleasant, I found new friends and started enjoying life, but it took me 3 more years to become what I am now : proud of myself. (and there is still work)
DinosaurJunior DinosaurJunior
22-25, F
Jan 6, 2013