Post Number Eight - A Shadow of Who I Used to Be

I woke up this morning but something was different. At first I couldn't put my finger on it. I just lay in bed for hours, not sleeping, not reading, not studying. Just being. Just doing nothing. I knew something was weird about me today. I had a funny feeling in my stomach, but I didn't feel sick. I didn't know if it was a mental weird or a physical weird. When Morg came home from class, I told her about my weird. I said "Maybe I'm sick. Maybe I'm bored. I just don't know. Maybe I'm sad." Morg looked at me and said, "Well, you did seem kind of emo last night...". And that was it. I knew what it was. Somehow during the night, I became emo. I don't know what triggered it. I don't know how to stop it. I don't know if I want to. I decided to just roll with it. So I did my make-up emo-ly and I dressed emo-ly to the best of my ability. Believe it or not, I don't have a lot of the standard emo fare in my wardrobe. I gave myself emo tattoos with my favourite black pen (FYI, a cafeteria lady thought they were real). I also gave myself an emo tear with eyeliner (black, of course). I wrote an emo message on my whiteboard that explained that I was too emo to answer the door. I downloaded emo music (I'm not too familiar with emo bands, so I just chose bands that I remember seeing on my sister's Ipod). And naturally I took [myspace] pictures to record my emo-ness.

Anyway, I'm just going to post my pictures and leave now. I have a lot of sitting alone to do.