I threw a rave party today. We listened to Marilyn Manson, the Bauhaus, everything that feeds my broken spirit. Surprisingly though, only junior high kids showed up. I must be too elite for people my own age.
May 6, 2004 -
My non-goth aquaintance's father died in a car accident today. He cried a great deal. I don't understand what his problem is. He can't possibly understand true pain, my pain. It rained yesterday and I my black boots are now brown. That is a true catastrophe.
July 17, 2004 -
My parents yelled at me and my father almost kicked me out of the house. They can't understand my fascination with vampires. They just don't get my artistic expression. If this continues, I may have to cast a curse on them.
August 20, 2004 -
I had to sacrifice my favorite yellow labrador retriever to cast a death curse on my parents. Now, I have to go to counseling. It'll be worth it though, when they are out of my life forever.
August 27, 2004 -
The death curse still hasn't come full circle yet, though my dad's bald spot did get a bit bigger.
January 14, 2005 -
No death curse yet.
March 7, 2005 -
I miss my dog. I'm starting to question the whole Goth thing. But the white-makeup has given me such terrible acne that I can't wash it off. I had so much potential, but I made my life worthless.
April 5, 2005 -
I cast the death curse on myself.
April 29, 2005 -
Nothing has happened yet.
