He’s just so misunderstood. No one loves him. No one really gets him. Everyone just tells him that he’s cute. Makes him want to cut himself. And wear his little sisters jeans. Just look how he exudes angst.
Emo bunny wants you to stop looking at him now. He’s going to his room to listen to his whiny music and write poetry about the girls that never give him the time of day.
Wow. I am emo bunny.
Weird.
It’s okay. I’ll still have beer with you.
Emo bunny should write a poem about pity beer right about now.
Heheh.
Ooh! Emo Bunny poetry! That could be a regular feature. All tormented and cute.