ARE YOU EMO?
Source: Seventeen Magazine, c. 1999 - 2002
I believe this came out in 2001, the summer right before my sophomore year, because I remember being FUCKING FURIOUS ABOUT THIS. LIKE SO FUCKING FURIOUS. LIKE TAKING EVERY BIT OF RAGE I WAS PUTTING INTO SCREAMING ALONG WITH CURISVE, AND PUTTING THAT RAGE INTO BURNING THIS MAGAZINE.
I then asked my mom to unsubscribe me.
THE WINE TIME YOU’VE ALL BEEN ASKING FOR IS COMING SOON
Sometimes I wish I didn’t have this innate need to entertain. I wish I didn’t want to write or be on camera. I wish I didn’t have to live in Los Angeles. I wish I could just travel and explore all over, and just be in love and drink wine and eat everything and laugh, and not feel this crazy need to share it in a story or a joke or a fucking Instagram.
For the last two years, I had a note on my mirror. It was a quote from someone I used to look up to. It said I was “the next so-&-so”.
I just took that note and crushed it in my hand and threw it in the trash.
I’m not the next anyone, I’m always me.