Let’s travel back to the days of embodying racoons with our heavy eyeliner, where skinny jeans couldn’t get tight enough, and when MySpace was all the rage: that’s right, we’re talking about the scene kid days of the glorious 2000s.

If there’s anything that can be remembered about the 2000s, it’s that scene kids ruled the Earth just as dinosaurs once did, by “rawring” all over the place, but that it was so much more fashionable with our excessively teased hair, colourful highlights, and ridiculously overdone eyeliner.

Not only was new music dropping left and right on the MySpace scene, but pop-punk staples like Fall Out Boy, Paramore, Panic! At The Disco, and My Chemical Romance debuted, marking us doomed for good when it comes to liking other music genres.

Additionally, mainstream social media was just getting its boots on, meaning that we could be creative as, without running advertisements, or even worse our parents, at every twist and corner.

The 2000s shone as a beacon of creativity, where literally anything both fashion-wise and music-wise would go, and where taking the perfected selfie was a work of art.

Without further adieu, let us take you through the exact reasons why the scene kid days of the 2000s need to witness a proper comeback, Hello Kitty and all.

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1. The scene kid eyeliner look was absolutely bitchin’.

Forget looking natural, we want to look like we’re part of the racoon family, and we will destroy our eyeballs to get the perfect, most solid black line that goes across both the bottom and the top of our eyelids.

2. So was the teased-until-it-can’t-take-it hair.

You weren’t truly a scene kid unless you straightened the shit out of your hair, and then decided to rat it back up again with gobs and gobs of hairspray. Do you even know how many teasing combs were broken in these days?!

3. You could literally turn ANYTHING into fashion.

Tutus? Sure. Hair bows that are definitely found in the toddler section of Target? You betcha. Studded belts worn at a skewed angle so that they were serving absolutely no purpose except pure fashion? Definitely.

4. Band t-shirts were at their literal height of glory.

Making instant friends was never an easier task: Did they have a band t-shirt on? Were they wearing eyeliner? Skinny Jeans? Yep, they’re definitely someone I can be friends with.

5. The music that was coming out was freakin’ incredible.

How could we even live without the soaring vocals of Brendon Urie and how could we possibly recognise a song by a single, solitary piano note if it wasn’t for My Chemical Romance? We wouldn’t, we just wouldn’t.

6. We all became both photographers and knew computer coding.

No, we didn’t have any front facing cameras (or even camera phones), so we had to master everything by angles, angles, angles. Then, MySpace taught us a thing or two about html.

7. Social media was honestly at it’s best, and has gotten worse since.

Sure, you’ve got Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat, and god knows what else, but you truly haven’t lived if you don’t have any memories of checking your Myspace to see this:

8. Okay, so we can forget about how stressful choosing our top 8 was.

Scene kid culture was about having a million and one friends who shared your tastes, so do you even understand how difficult it was to only choose eight of them to be your best friends?

9. It meant that your awkward teenage phase wasn’t to be avoided, but instead celebrated.

No having to worry about those days in braces being considered lame, because you lived for the colours in your mouth, and matching your outfit to them completely. Looking back it wasn’t cringe-y whatsoever.

 10. Scene kid days were just so darn wholesome.

All our goals ever included was to dress as fun as possible, dive into some good music, and to become absolute scene queens who didn’t care about what people thought of us, well unless you decided to imitate us on MySpace. Then, it was fucking on.

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