An emo post

I was musing the other day on how much time, money, and self obsession it takes to be an emo. Have you ever seen a poor emo? NO! because it takes 40 euros every time you want to buy that new green day or tokio hotel shirt and it takes an even greater expense in time thinking all about yourself and your trival problems for hours on end. Its not often you see a working class person from a third world contry wearing eyeliner down to their nose and sulking in a corner. Why? Because they know that as bad off as they have it, there is always someone who has it worse and they're too busy working to help keep their family alive and succeed in life. So maybe the next time an emo starts to feel sorry for herself/himself because they haven't met Bill Kaulitz, Billie Joe Armstrong, or whatever other billy bumfuckers there are out there: they should stop to think what are they doing to make the world a better place other than making the above artists millionaries and sending the eyeliner market on an all-time soar