I am an EMO M&M!!!

I am an M&M, and I am sick of my place in the strata of society. I've always wished to melt someone's heart, but more often then not, melted in someone's mouth, but never in their hands.

WHY??? WHY?????!?!?!?? Why must I be subjected to such inane destinies? Nobody understands me. NOBODY. Locking myself in my room, I unsheath the pen-knife, that would open up infinite escapes and possibilites within me. All I need is this cutting edge. All I need is me.

Looking off the edge of the table, I see infinite swirling depths. I see a concrete floor, I anticipate a thwack, I see hope.

I am a Red M&M, and I like Simple Plan, Good Charlotte and Blink 182. I think they're so relating to my life.

I can never be perfect, no matter how hard I try. Always, no matter how, I'm never good enough for them. Amidst my hard candy-coated exterior, really, within me is a soft gooey chocolate mush that nobody cares for.

Nobody loves me.

I see hate, I see black. I am red.

With this, I shall leap to freedom, to greater heights.

Farewell, all.

*Jumps*