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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 4:12 pm
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I failed gym class because I didn't dress out a single day, and my father hates me for it. I have to go to night school now to make up for the half credit of gym, but I am taking a different class. It is a music class, and I like it a lot more than gym. I don't see why my parents still think it's weird that I don't like physical labor.
Anyways, I get that stuff all the time.... One of my old friends is really bothered by comments like that. Once, we were walking through the mall towards the movie theater, and someone called us devil worshipers. I could see that she was hurt, so I told her to go sit down in the food court, that I would be right there. She did, and I walked up to the group that made the rude comments. I kindly asked them if they would apologize to my friend because they hurt her feelings, and probably ruined her night. They asked if I was going to cast a spell on them if they didn't, to which I replied that I do not practice any religion, and do not do magick. They started laughing, and I told them to meet me in the parking lot. After meeting them in the parking lot, we fought. Needless to say, in the five minutes I spent asking nicely, then fighting a group of three, I had them apologize to my friend. That night I asked my friend to be more than my friend, and she siad yes. After a three year relationship, we broke up because she had become so sensitive and paranoid that she wanted to prevent the pain in the future. Three weeks later, she hung herself with a chain off of the top of the gym. In her pocket was a note to me declaring her love, and how sorry she was for breaking my heart.
This is the effect of the attacks of people who don't understand...
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 5:27 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 5:28 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 6:56 pm
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Well, I wanted to get some shoes (freakin schmexi boots) from a store, and she said, "They're so blocky and stuff-wait. NO! I'm not gettin those...goth shoes". I'm like, "What? Goths don't have they're own style of shoes." But, since my mom has been desensitized by the media, so she said in the car, "When you move out of the house, get your own job and stuff, you can pour ashes over your head and wear black." I'm like, Huh?!
My mom needs to read some Pro-Goth essays, get me some schmexi boots, and let me dress AS GOTHY AS I WANT!!!
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 11:37 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 1:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 9:15 pm
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