I remember this one chick out in the streets. I was waiting for the bus. My sister and I were talking and I see this girl coming with her family.
I saw her look at me and then she whispers something to her mom (I suppose?) and when she's in front of me, she sarcastically says, "Oh the pain!! I'm so depressed!!".
First of all, I AM depressed. But the Goth look doesn't have to do anything to do with my depression. If anything. it makes me happy. It makes me happy (and frustrated) to dig through my closet and look for something to wear. It makes me happy looking at my bookshelf and seeing it all organized and semi-Gothy (I still need to get Pocket full of Posiez and some stuff in my Amazon wishlist!!!). I'm not exactly depressed every day and it's a nice little break. The longest I've ever gone without feeling depressed was three months.
Second of all, fuck you! I hope you get depressed so you could see what it's like! To have your fucking soul ripped to fucking sheds. To fucking have your heart crushed and then sewn up and broken again and again and again!!!!!
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