Post-emo remorse
The feeling one gets when, once fully over the emo/scene kid phase, hhe or she realizes they have nothing in their wardrobe but fucking skinny jeans; no jackets that aren't red, black, or The Devil Wears Prada; no CDs that aren't Alesana, Silverstein, and Bring Me the Horizon.
Post-emo remorse can also define the overall feeling of embarassment one gets when a friend shows them a picture of their past self as the kid with the straightened black hair covering everything down to their chin.
Post-emo remorse can also define the overall feeling of embarassment one gets when a friend shows them a picture of their past self as the kid with the straightened black hair covering everything down to their chin.
Stop bringing that damn photo up. I've already got post-emo remorse, can we leave the past in the past?