EMO

Your soul has a permanent drizzle — not heavy, but enough to soften every sentence.EMO isn't simple sadness — it's the ability to magnify every small crack in life into a movie long-shot.

Others get briefly excluded and move on; you score it with a piano piece in your head.Others see a sunset and find it pretty; you've already started thinking about why life is so broken.

You aren't fragile — you're entirely composed of mist, rainwater, old chat logs, and unsent messages from 2am.Your pain is sometimes real, sometimes aesthetically processed, but real or not, it glistens damp.

You aren't being emo — you're writing the world's eulogy.