Emo-hippie.

Honestly, man, I’m probably neither. xD I’m not sad enough to be emo. Definitely not. And I’ve never even wrote a suicide note. I don’t believe in “self mutilation” or “drowning your sorrow out with sad music to numb the pain”. When I’m sad, I listen to Bron-Yr-Aur or Imagine or watch something that has to do with Jimmy Page and I’m totally fine after that. xD Perks me right the fuck up!

As far as “hippie” goes. I think I’m too…vain or…I don’t know. I take medications and pain killers when the pain gets too bad, and it’s one thing that people constantly tell me that separates me from the “hippie” stereotype, that and the fact that I’m basically one piece of junk away from being a hoarder.

I guess…I don’t know. I know a few people that have nicknamed me “Flower-Child” and “Hippie-Daze” and tell me it’s because of the music I listen to, the things I talk about and what I want to do with my life, y’know? And sometimes…the way I talk? One girl told me to stop telling people to “respect each other” because no one was listening. xD I was like, “Hey! At least I’m trying!”

Anyway…don’t know why I replied with such a long message and you typed out what? Nine letters and a dash mark?

Peace, Love, and stopcallingmethingsitconfusesme,

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