I was once an emo boy but I grew out of all that childish shit. I was once an intellectual being but I destroyed myself by indulging in the world of narcotics. My purpose was to be scintillating and narcissistic towards the opinions of society. I fleer at sanctioning certain decisions I made that has altered the lives of those around me. I may never forget the marks that the feelings of passion have left vainly across my neck. Little Emo boy has left his scene to move onto greater things. I succeeded to satiate all my emotions that have been left ignored throughout my darker years of abeyant angst. I abhor the fact that I can feel anything that resembles emotions towards other people. The love i've felt for a singular girl is incomprehensive to the human mind. In the end she was the subduer and I was left in this state of nonchalance towards other human emotions. From that moment on i've hated people who lived hedonism. I exude from the heart yet i resumed my nature of hypocritical beliefs towards religion and government.It's an event when business overpowers duty. My duty towards myself is stronger than those around me. If it was possible to extricate the memories of friends gone and days past I would leave what I feel unuttered to the general mass. The past bequeaths an overwhelming amount of distress. This accumlates over the passing of time and leads to a hard depression. Stress cannot be defined visually but must be emotionally. Ironically, stress led to my own obesity. The world is a farcial place to boys like me. Suddenly we are ugly and undesired. Once again showing the shallow nature of women. I'll never change. I remain stagnant to my beliefs and morals I've acquired throughout my youth....