This is my little cubby whole for you guys to tell me I write purty rolleyes Here, I take up a pen whilst listening to evanescence... and write. So, without further ado, I give you todays rant.:

I read a post today that said that there weren't enough posts here talking about how we all hate everything. Which is pretty idiotic. Goth is more than just hating everything, it's a state of mind that tells you to guard from everything no matter what. Sure... Some of us hate everything and only find joy in things that seem... unpleasurable... But truly, not all of us are, or can be, like that. But instead, I think I'm going to humor this poster:
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"Cold, and alone again, can this be what you really wanted baaaaby, blame it on me, set your guilt free, nothing can hold you back now"
~Evanescence - Lacrymosa

You taste the bitter swirl in your mouth. I can't believe that some don't. You get up one day knowing that an entire world of possibility stands before you. Some take this idea of a possibility as a hope for something good. I wake up... I know that the possibilities that occur today... Will end badly. I know that there's a chance Bush says something stupid, My parents get drunk again, Dear god, please no more Paris Hilton being more of a slut than usual, more bullshit at school, death, loss, and at the end, maybe nuclear war-fare, if we're lucky...

I look up at the stars and see that this world is meant to give us hope, and nothing else. It's supposed to make us think of the possibilities for tomorrow to be good things. Yet people like us, who'd rather not take the chance. Who can't stand anymore. So we guard ourselves. Putting up a shield that blocks not only bad things, but good things until we are hollow.

The poster mentioned above talked about a decapitated dog, with no more reason to live. That is what we become. But we find a sick pleasure in knowing that we've accomplished the hike to becoming a reject. Congratulations! Maybe the actual rejects who are way ahead of you will give you a pat on the back. Yay you, go for it!

I spend my days with nothing to do, because the work is so easy, the conversation so useless. It's what keeps them human, and I stay human by resisting to fade away. I lift a sword with my mind, and fight away at the thought of suicide. Lucky me! I'm actual strong enough to fight it if I have to, and get help if I can't. I'm emo to the core, but I'll be damned if I'm a dead emo.

Yes. The world we live in is full of dark dark dark dead dead dead drowning drowning drowning things. And the only thing we can do about it... Is wake up the next day to a world of possibilities that we just don't want to take the risk of standing. Wake up the next day with shield in hand to defend against everythings. Wake up the next day with only a sword and nothing else, and suicide being a master swordsman, and you hopefully his student.

PS:I'll be back with more tomorrow... maybe tonight... It'll be a bit more cheery than this. I just wanted to humor that poster with something a little lifeless, a little empty.
PSS razz lease Lord, let the nuke happen tomorrow...