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So I guess this means I'm now officially a grown up. Which means I need the help of all the people out there who actually know me in person and don't just read this because they randomly follow my adventures on the internet.

Please please please don't let me fade away and not talk to people or go out or anything? I'm disgustingly good at convincing myself that nobody likes me and they don't want me bothering them. It doesn't help that I've been flat broke and couldn't have seen anyone if I wanted to. This then leads to people thinking that I don't like them because I never talk to them. (If I haven't seen/visited you, it's not because I don't like you, it's because I've been flat broke, and couldn't AFFORD to see anyone, so I kind of hid. I'm sorry. I loves you all) This cycle of "I don't talk to you, so you don't talk to me, so I won't talk to you" then leads, tragically, to me becoming emo.

I will sit at home alone, listening to sappy music while making unfortunate fashion decisions. It's already begun- I quite enjoy Panic! At The Disco (haven't heard the new CD yet, so the exclamation point stays). Today, I caught myself looking at black hair dye in the drug store- I told myself that it's because I'm playing an evil fairy at the Guelph Faery Festival next month and golden blonde (let me have my illusions!) isn't all that evil, but who am I kidding? I am getting saturated in emo. What's next? Sullen behaviour? Overdone eyeliner? CRYING OF STARS?

Please, ladies and gentlemen, only you can prevent emo-Chris.

(Seriously- I'm always in Toronto since I started the new job, and getting to Hamilton on weekends is easy-peasy. I would invite people to my place, but there's NOTHING TO DO IN OAKVILLE!!! I'm bored and lonely and miss people.)

Feelin' a little:

EMO!!!!!!!!!