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Sun, Nov. 27th, 2005, 04:29 pm
locked in mall

I broke into an internet cafe to post this. Not like anyone cares if I make updates. Because they all hate me.

I got locked inside the mall. There are no visible exits. A whole lot of other goth kids are in here. They seem like poseurs though. They just aren't...dark. They don't know what it's like to be trapped in a rainy soul miasma.

Anyway, all the other goths trapped in the mall are vacuous ninnies. They think they can be rude to me just because they're paler and gaunter. I'm going to have to go into hiding soon. I'm running out of makeup and can't be seen without it. I broke into the stationary store and wrote some poems. I'll scan them for you guys later, once I find a way out of here.

Thu, Feb. 24th, 2005, 07:41 pm
Music is the only thing that understands my soul

So Dagger and I got to talking, and we decided to start a band. It's going to be so razor. We just need a couple more members who can truely bring out their pain through their instruments like we do. I play the oboe, the most piercing and haunting instrument. It echos my nature.

Wed, Feb. 23rd, 2005, 07:29 pm
3/4 cup misery, a dash of hope

I met this girl from my high school at the club. I just got back. She's not a poseur like the rest of those romantigoff wanna-bes. She's been hiding away from me all this time! And she liked my corset. I think tomorrow at school I'm going to talk to her about vampires during math.

Tue, Feb. 22nd, 2005, 07:21 pm
Goff Club

So I'm really hating school right now. It's just like...misery.
Poem time.

Misery.
Mis Err I.
Why?
A miasma, swirling dark from my soul.
Mr. Jenkins assigned a chem lab.
WOE!
agoni.

Not that you could appreciate it.

They're having goff night at the Bitter Black Rose Elysium. None of them follow the Dark Way like I do. I'll never meet anyone. I'll go anyway. Because as the last true goff in this town, it is my duty to set an example of gofficality and corsetry. Adieu!

Tue, Feb. 15th, 2005, 07:14 pm

So I started up this journal. Maybe someone out there can understand what kind of pain I'm going through. Probably not though. Hang on, smoke break. There, I'm back. Oh, now my mom's coming in with cookies. I'm going to minimize the widow. Why won't she leave me alone? She can never understand. So, like, add me to your friends list. You know, if you want.