Don't worry, I'm fine! And even better, my Loony Roomie is leaving soon.
I had a really awesome Sunday, talking to new people, and something interesting came up.
I was talking to a woman, Natalie, who was around the same age as me, also from the UK, and we were just talking about growing up. How the teenage years were utter shite. And then I came out with this line, that kind of shocked me because I'd never thought of it like this before.
I used to hide my depression behind my Emo-ness. Being Emo meant I was allowed to mope around with no questions. I could cut myself and it was normal, if I took a paracetamol overdose it was to fit in.
Pon and Zi were the typical Emo cartoons floating around in my day, and when you see some of the themes the obligatory suicide attempts come though.