Once upon a time there was Me. And I went to school. And when I was at school I got called an emo...What the heck! I was wearing a white hoodie, but nooOooOooO. Because it was June, people automatically assume I'm emo. When I told them that what they were saying didn't make any sense...They told me that it was also because I had long hair...Stupids.

Little did I know that it would lead to the name, Joyous Emo. And I had a little bit of help from TheJulesTee... okay never mind she pretty much came up with the name. And then it hit me... I hate high school. (Well that was random but true :P)

Hello. I am a friend of the Joyous Emo. She can't come to the computer right now, she's still recovering from her mental breakdown under a ping pong table earlier. Her beloved friends and family are very frightened at the sight of her now, and have put in her a staight jacket and locked her in solitary-

HEY! Get off my laptop you _! (crash, yelling)

...Anyway, as I was saying, I will finish her profile for her.

Joyous Emo's stories are very entertaining. Also I must warn you. She gets most of her inspiration in the shower. And yet she is not a lemon writer. What the heck, that's a rip! But yeah, her stories are chalk-full of humor and *ahem* crack ,(even though I prefer pot, haha just kidding...or am I...I guess we'll never know...), so please read them because she is escaping from her straight jacket and coming after me so read them or she'll kill me, and reveiw well you're at it :P NOOoNooOOOOO!!!!

I'm baaaaAAAAaack!

~ Joyous Emo (and crazy friend, who is really TheJulesTee)

Hehe.

(bang bang) Get back here Emo!!!!! Let me out!

Wow, that was strange.

Joyous Emo thought of that when she was in the shower?

Yup. O.o ...even I worry about that fact...

Girls don't realize these things.

I'm sorry
that I bought you roses
to tell you that I like you

I'm sorry
That I was raised with enough respect
not to sleep with you when you were drunk

I'm sorry
That my body's not ripped enough
to "satisfy" your wants

I'm sorry
that I open your car door,
and pull out your chair like I was raised

I'm sorry
That I'm not cute enough
to be "your guy"

I'm sorry
That I am actually nice;
not a jerk

I'm sorry
I don't have a huge bank account
to buy you expensive things

I'm sorry
I like to spend quality nights at home
cuddling with you, instead of at a club

I'm sorry
I would rather make love to you then just screw you
like some random guy.

I'm sorry
That I am always the one you need to talk to,
but never good enough to date

I'm sorry
That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car,
but when we went out you went home with another guy

I'm sorry
That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough for you to listen to me when I need a friend

I'm sorry
If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around

I'm sorry
If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work

I'm sorry
that you can't realize... I've been the one all along.

I'm sorry
If you read this and know somebody like this
but don't care

But most of all

I'm sorry
For not being sorry anymore

I'm sorry
That you can't accept me for who I am

I'm sorry
I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good
enough to make it in your world.

I'm sorry
I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for...

I'm sorry
That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.

I'm sorry
That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.

I'm sorry
That I cared

I'm sorry
that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done something different.

Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?"
Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.

If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, copy and paste into your profile as 'I'm sorry'.

If You're one of the FEW girls with enough BALLS to copy and paste this into your profile, and you would never make your guy feel this way, copy and paste into your profile as 'Girls Don't Realize These Things'. DO IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT~

O.o ...holy crap I did it...

Alrighty then..i guess you guys might what to know what couples I prefer and all that crap. Well to be honest I'm not picky when it come to couples, including yaoi and yuri :P So it'll be much easier if i just tell you the couples i don't like..

-Sakura/Susake (she's pathetic, he is not.)

-Sakura/Naruto (tisk tisk...He can do way better.)

-Sakura/Gaara (come on people!! I mean really!? He's soooo out of her league!)

-Sakura/Sai (Sai is such a cutie :3 ..and Sakura is not -_-)

-Sakura/ Sakura clone (I just don't like her)

...So pretty much anything non-Sakura is good with me :) ..Sorry I just really can't stand her.

Umm...what else should I say..Oh! Basic info.

-Name: ...umm..I forget..I just get called Emo so often you see..

-Age: 8x2+3-4+1= my age..well for now. I plan on getting older ;)

-Country: Canada! And lovin' every frost bitten moment of it eh!!

-Hobbies: Wasting time doing nothing, Being a samrt-ass (it's ture), drawing (i'm not half bad either.), writing (duh!), eating!!(How do I not weight 600 pounds yet!?), and watching Naruto (yay!)

-Gender: Oh wouldn't you like to know...Girl..

-Hopes and Dreams: You...you are in all my dreams, and I could only hope to be with you... O.o ..creepy

-Phone number: 1-800-YOU-LOSE

Well, tha's about it...so umm...yah..Enjoy my stories :)