Today was a devestatingly horrific day. I started out by going with my family to a nearby prata dining area. And although the food was good, I started to become paranoid about the weight I would gain, and how much hard work, blood, sweat, tears and other bodily fluids I would have to put into the effort to get rid of this excess that makes me look ugly and disgusting in the eyes of my overzealously superficial friends. The same thing happened for lunch and dinner, making my innards filled with the monotonously palatable meals.

But probably the worst part of my day was that the whole of it was spent on the computer, the master to which I am its pitiful and pathetic slave. I am addicted to its distracting lights and sounds and the vast loneliness of the internet. This revelation made me realise how lifeless and boring I am, compared to my peers who actually have plans, be they shallow. I am so lonely, but nobody seems to understand my plight, and all those dastardly fools close one eye at my suffering. I think, I need to feel more alive. I need a way to feel like I have a purpose, because with no purpose, I am just lying about my existence. This dark, hollow person you call Lin Kaiyang needs to be thrown out and replaced. And the only way is to drain my blood from this frail vessel called a body. I need a knife. I need to feel hurt, I don't want to be numb. And all you people out there, don't even think about labelling me emo, if you were in my position, you'd do the same. You don't understand, nobody understands me. Nobody, not even myself. You all need to die, and I'll do that by starting with myself.......

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Now that, that is so fucking emo I can feel the self-hatred and idiotic randomness oozing out from every line. That is emo. :D