Ooh. I am going to join to talk about what kind of hair dye to use, what is the best way to mope and slouch without developing back problems when you are old (assuming you don't kill yourself before then), what size girl pants I can fit into, how to get a hairdresser to cut the perfect asymmetrical bangs, how to hide the self inflicted cuts on your arms (I'm not making fun of the people who actually struggle with this, cause I've had quite a few friends who have, I am making fun of the people who do it because they think it is a part of an image or scene) and how I can best turn into a stupid, pathetic, sad, melodramatic, completely phony piece of shiit.
God I hate emo kids. We would joke in college that the people in emo bands we knew would break up with their girlfriends just to write songs about how sad breaking up made them. I don't think we were too far from the truth.