I'm Emo. Gahh.

So we had our first mid-semesters last week. People stressed out. Fell sick and all that crap. Here's something I found freakishly interesting. During the English composition/grammar paper, the text was about us teenagers RELEASING on the net. And by releasing I mean "expressing". Bombastically put - conveying or articulating any hints of anger, rage, or any sort of emotion that isn't bland. On the net. And they say the border between anything that was once private to us has dispersed. Yes, we teenagers are soooo irresponsible, huh? What are diaries again? A book, you say? But of course, I must have forgotten. WELL, MR ANTI-TEENAGERS, IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED, YOU ADULTS DON'T SEEM TO KNOW WHAT PRIVACY MEANS, TOO. MOMS ARE READING OUR DIARIES. DADS ARE READING OUR ORGANIZERS. okay, maybe not, BUT STILL. Moving on, teachers have announced that whatever is on our blogs, will be inspected. And therefore, we must be careful of what we write. Whatever we post shall be archived forever in the internet. Isn't a weblog a refuge for us teenagers? Euphoria? So I guess to a certain extent, I DO agree with Mr Anti-Teenagers - the line between our private and public life has obliterated. Come on, who wants their parents or teachers reading their blogs? This is cruelty, i tell you, cruelty.

And therefore I suggest that we all release through violence! Woohoo! :D