06-17-2007, 01:36 AM
I don't fit into any label at all.
You will never catch me without my
A. Skinny jeans
B. Grey thatched capris and studded belt from Hot Topic.
I wouldn't be emo. Not at all. I shop at Charlotte Russe. How emo am I now?
But really. Don't you think labels are a bit cliche? I mean really. Now a days, people think that if you listen to rap you're a gangsta, if you wear black you're a goth, if you wear skinny jeans you're a poser or an emo, if you wear Tripp brand pants that are big, black, and have chains on them you MUST be punk or a goth, and if you wear Abercrombie, Old Navy, Aeropostal, Hollister, or Gap you're a prep, and if you mix Abercrombie Old Navy Aeropostal, Hollister, or Gap with skinny jeans, you're a poser or a scene kid.
Think about it.
These wings are broken
Can I still fly?
Asked, so sadly,
Who am I?
The future is the present. The last minute that went meaninglessly ticking by on the pendolum of the clock is the past, which was once the future. The next minute awaiting its time will one day be the present, and far too soon, the past.