EMMSanity

"Life is pain," said the dramatic emo boy, his lanky, greasy hair draped over his eye like a stage curtain half-drawn over a Shakespearean tragedy.  "Life is pain.  I might be healthy now, but this body will soon break down and get old and weary and rundown and broken and this young, healthy man will become a decrepit old derelict who lies in bed all day because his knees are so bad he can't walk." "Life is pain," insisted the black-clad emo boy, gesturing wildly at me over his cheap cut-glass tumbler of wormwood-free absinthe with its burnt-sugar louche.  "Life is pain and love is a lie.  My girlfriend doesn't really love me, she just think