Tehom wroteHow my innermost thoughts from the blackened abyss of my dreary inner self pour from my bosom like one thousand looming black tendrils that block out the unwelcoming sky. How I retreat to my lair and play awful funeral doom, and ponder why life is so cruel to me and has so forsaken me to this mortal oblivion. WOE IS ME, LIFE IS PAIN!
Woe is not my life... Actually. I just happened to find comfort in melancholy and poetry. If you were to meet me one day (which I hope will never happen) you will figure out that I am a very joyous person. Me listening to Funeral doom is not a matter of being sad or my life going down the drain at all. I just love music of despair and severe emotion. The heights of emotion.
EDIT: Also, if a sad face of pure expressionism resembles a strong sense of "emo," then I pity the sense of your looking glass of perceiving the world. Emotions come and go. Having the rationality and the maturity for acceptance is something that sometimes this site severely lacks, unfortunately.