#emo shitpost

A highly contagious disease mostly affecting the emo population. Its symptoms can include sudden sobbing, rage, the song "Welcome To The Black Parade" playing repeatedly in your mind, singing the aforementioned song, reverting to your emo phase (for those who got over being emo) and/or becoming emo (for those who weren't emo), pursuing to join the black parade, and making memes about your suffering.

To put it simply, it's the Emo Pestilence.

How to cure this pestilence is to summon edgy keter scp-049. He'll grant us death, which is our freedom from the horrendous contaminated piano note.

but the only thing is, back during emo phase one, i wasnt aware of how truly dramatic and flamboyant i can be as a human being, as well as not fully understanding the canned phrase “i express myself through art” until i actually began to express myself through art

so unfortunately for every single last one of you, you’re not going to get some sad, broody kid in bright orange skinny jeans with a crappy sketchbook full of vampires

oh no, darling

what we have here is stage four dramatic rendition of a two second unfavourable interaction that will stretch on for nearly a decade in which i proceed to pour every single last one of my braincells into every venue of art i can get my capable, adult-sized mitts on in order to fully exorcise the demon within me that is “i was made to feel inferior one whole time so now i will be emo about it, but make it Professional”