HAHAHHA. I almost went the the goth bar the other night. its the kind where its by invite only. a friend of a friend got suckered into DJing there. if I did go, I would have ended up wearing jeans, a pink camisole, a white and pink flowered shirt over that, and pink gemmed sandals. if it wasn't so late I might have went, just to see the reactions and to laugh at the huge ammount of bad vinyl and fishnets.

First of all, going to a goth club in a hawaiian shirt is awesome, and gets major points. Second, you really, really should have.

Aie. Depression really is a luxery, isn't it?

people still wear hawaiian shirts?! :X

but what a laugh. goths, hah!

and your icon is evil and mean.

:O!

all I can say is right-fucking-on. I stopped even being able to feel sorry for myself after I befriended a woman in South Africa. Her father raped her, hung her from the ceiling with an electrical cord and when that didn't kill her pushed her though a glass sliding door. she lived, but the glass cut her up so bad that it ruined her kidneys. Since then she has had two kidney transplants, one which left her in a coma for almost 6 months. Her father still trys to break in and finsh the job he didn't do.

so boofuckinghoo, life is so goddamn hard.