What if I like the pain, the suicidal thoughts. The skeletons in my closet. What if I love the lingering stain of eyeliner around my eyes, the emotion less expression that's always on my face. What if I hate emotions? or the world? What does that make me? A sick individual? Always being put in the center of social engagements with a soft pink dress and heels. But its ok its fine because it gives me time to focus on my fake smile. I've pretty much master the art now. The art of faking happiness. Its become so simple to me now. It makes me wonder what its like to feel happy. To feel emotions. To not have your eyeliner run down your cheek. Don't call me emo cuz I'm not. I'm emotion less. Don't call me gothic cuz I'm not. I have a religion that doesn't center around satan and I hate scream-o. Call me Mecca, cuz that's who I am. I'm a antisocial person surrounded by an abundance of friends who accept my "off" personality as my greatest gift. I attract emotional people. They keep me sane and I keep them grounded. Its been working flawlessly for years and will continue to work this way till we mature enough to sustain on our own and even then we will continue to grow closer.