What people think happens:
What really happens:
You think I have shitty taste in music? The music I listen to has gotten me through the hardest of times. When people weren’t there, music was. Lyrics that describe my life. Not meaningless love songs, or lyrics about getting wasted, or stupid techno songs about sex. The music I listen to is part of who I am. You think it’s emo because it actually has some meaning behind it? Fine, don’t listen to it. But when your life falls apart, you can go listen to “Like a G6” and hope it gets you through it.