if you think that this picture is due to nostalgia brought by finding my old shoes from middle school, youāre wrong. these are converse that i am currently wearing and the laces complete with dinosaur charms were recently added thanks to raiding the childrenās section of michaelās craft store.Ā
to others maybe these shoes seem ironic or maybe just make me seem childish (accurate assumptions) but the truth is, iām still so goddamn emo. itās been a little over ten years since this sweet christianĀ girl started to rage with angst adorned in a thousand safety pins to prove it and iāve come to realize thereās a lot of me from that time thatās stuck with me. now iām 22 and iām still categorized as eDgYā¢ but just a little/lot more relaxed orĀ āgrown upā i guess.Ā
iāve seen so many others reflect on the death of the emo kids they used to be and for a while, i was like that too because jfc everything was so embarrassing in middle school. but secretly i was almost always listening to the soundtrack of 2005-2011 and having an emotional break down on the reg. idk if anyone ever figures out when/why/how they stop giving a fuck, but thatās basically what happened to me.Ā
not to get unnecessarily deep, but deciding to embrace the things that i enjoy is just a part of me trying to be happy. itās no secret that the pop-punk genre was made by and for people that feel everything all the time.Ā the angsty teen i was aged into a depressed young adult and i still need yellowcardĀ and paramoreĀ to get me through it all because they get it. in stupid terms, iām just living my truth by not denying the emo within me and taking it with me as i keep growing up and changing. and since iām a millennial that is a slave to social media, i canāt help but bRaNd myself. and that brand, is the brand ofĀ the refined emo. and this stupid ass blog is something iāmĀ doing to convince myself that iām practicing my craft as a ~writer~ or really just to cope with existence prbly.Ā
