hello people. i’m back. i didn’t wrote anything for a while, but now i’m back, full of enery and inspiration about new emo things. don’t you believe it? you’ll se everything in a few days.

at was at seaside in croatia. and an idea grabbed me to do something. what’s the feeling to do something totally insane like cut yourself and then go to swim in the sea? salt water on fresh wound. hmmm …

in a few days a lot of new things will be availible. i have some new avatars and other stuff. for today it was just a hello to everyone of you, emos. i’ve missed this blog.

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he was target of young bullies who attacked them for couple of months. he didn’t know how to get out of these and he was sick of being abuse. the suicide was his only seeing chance. and it was his final decision.

his family is chrushed. his father said that if someone (no matter who) has similiar problems with those, we can say, assasins, don’t give up. talk! tell someone. change e-mail, change telephone number, even change school. just don’t look only on yourself because this young boy didn’t just kill himself but also destroyed his parents life.

he is dead now. this cannot be changed. but, interesting is, that some of suiciders think, they will become famous because of their acts.

in this case, noone from Bebo was availible for comment. (was it just in this case? think. )

i’ve found also an online emo store! Take a look.

i’ve found some addons which are described like “emo theme”. you can download it here. what do you think? tell us!

damn, sometimes i think it’s really hard to be an emo. why? i’m very sensitive person. someone says “boo” to me and i start panic and crying and i go and hide my head into the nearest hole. but i don’t se myself like an emo. why not? because i don’t wear black clothes and i don’t like to listen my chemical romance. and i stopped cutting myself a while ago. but today i feel like i’m gonna scream. i feel traped somewhere, where is no way out. and if i could get to the edge of that, there is noone waiting for me to pull me up. i really feel like i’m going crazy today … like something is choking me, i cannot breathe, i cannot pull myself out of this. i dont even have a dog to go on the walk with. sometimes, i really wish him. something soft down at my legs, when i go to sleep at night … just because i afraid to be alone …

our heaven after death is called: the black parade

Have you ever been thinking about saying your last words about something? Maybe about your life? Here is a video from My Chemical Romance. I think, everyone of you knows it.

One of the UK students, which was very popular, killed herself in her on home.
Her name was Hannah Bond, she was 13 years old. She hanged herself with a tie. She thought that her “emo” friends will bless her because of that. Her nikname was “Living Disaster”. She left a suicide letter, like most of suicidal people do. The most awfull thing is, that she told her parents before she did it: “I want to kill myself”. They didn’t reactionied on that, and they told her not to be silly.

An hour later she was dead. Doctors tried to rescue her, but it was already to late. she was unconscious and then she died.

Hannah lived a double life. One of it were the friends in school, other were her “emo” friends all over the world, with which she talked over the internet. Their talks were about death, about selfdestruciton and “the black parade”. She went so far, that she cut her wrists because that was a “popular fashion and lifestyle”. She dressed in black and she was obsessed with My Chemical Romance, who published their last album with title The Black Parade.

Her moter told that she was sure that “emo” is just a young fashion, where people wear black dresses. She said: “She called emo a fashion and I thought it was normal. I didn’t know about the cuts. She used to wear Emo bracelets so her wrists were concealed. Hannah was just a normal girl. She had loads of friends. She could be a bit moody but I thought it was just because she was a teenager. In the months before she had become obsessed with the internet. But there were no signs this was going to happen. She had everything to live for.”

And her father said, that he knew for the cuts and he talked to her. He tried to understand because he was young to. But the difference is, that he is still alive, but his daughter is not.

“The night before she died she came into my room and gave me a kiss on the cheek and said ‘I love you dad.’”
(source: telegraph)

I feel soo lonely in the middle of this light.

sometimes the darkness comes on our eyes
and we both tell lyes,
but we are a mixture of day and night.

I feel soo lonely in the middle of this light.
you call every day, you love me every day …
… but you sleep every day with Her.
and I cant wait for the morning sight
to know, you are leaving, coming back.

I feel soo lonely in the middle of this light.
you know, this, our love, our wish, pasion and crazyness,
all that comes, sometimes wild, sometimes like lazyness.
it always ends with delight.

but, you know …

I feel soo lonely in the middle of this light.
I want to get away, I want to stay with you for the rest of my life.
is there any hope? is there any desire? or it’s only knife that is staying?
I’ve lost myself in the middle of our light …

The trio of long-haired teenagers grasped the plaza wall to shield their bodies as hundreds of youths kicked and punched them while filming the beating on cell phone cameras. “Kill the emos,” shouted the assailants, who had organized over the Internet to launch the attack in Mexico’s central city of Queretaro. After police eventually steamed in and made arrests, the bloody victims lay sobbing on the concrete waiting for ambulances while the mob ran through the nearby streets laughing and cheering. (source: time)