so- i think no one will ever read this, but just for funsies and my satisfaction, here goes. i once knew an emo kid that lived down the street he acted depressed and never ate meat. he liked hardcore music and moshable songs, he grew out his hair very very very long. his security lyed in his mega-tight jeans he was frail, tall, pale and quite lean. this boy never smiled or laughed or played. he only sat under an apple tree and cried most of the day. i never understood what this boys problem was, i only knew he needed a friend to sit with him, a friend to hug, a friend to love, a friend to sing, a friend at all. a friend was his one true desperate need. be a friend. people aren't depressed for no reason. thank you jacksonville. that will be all. sleep beautifully.