Equality is fiction. It’s a dream, a wish. Everyone wants to be treated the same. But it will never happen. And yet many say that diversity is good, but if you are different you are hated. I can’t make sense of that. Its worth more thought, but it’s not what I’m interested in today.

Your life sucks. You don’t look the way you want to look, you don’t have any friends, and no one cares about you. Your parents are mean, your siblings are spoiled, your boy/girlfriend dumped/cheated on you. Life is misery; you cry, you cut, you want to suicide.

I feel sorry for you, but can you shut the fuck up? Seriously. Don’t you think I have enough of my own problems without you whining in my ear for hours on end about how you can’t go to the concert you wanted to go to, that you’ve been grounded for another month, that your goldfish died.

Get over it.

Oh, you’re oh so miserable, you’re depressed, maybe you have some nasty mental illness, but you won’t go get yourself checked out.

Here’s what I think: It can always get worse.

You might get hit by a bus. Or maybe a satellite will fall through your roof and your dog will be killed, or your house will burn down, taking with it all your expensive clothes.

Actually, I really don’t care about you. You bore me with all your exaggerated problems; you bore me with your imagined loneliness. Your poetry sucks, your songs are lame, and you couldn’t play a tune to save your life. I’m sick of your shitty myspace photos, all tears and frowns, I’m sure you’d look really nice if you smiled in a normal photograph, you know, old school.

I don’t hate you, I don’t hate the way you dress, and I don’t hate the music you listen to. What I do hate is the stereotype you’ve helped create. I hate the way YOU have helped to give emo a bad name.

And one more thing, I want you to remember: There is always someone worse off than you.

Have a nice day.