Hello. This is my goth life story.
It all began when I was in Fifth grade. I had got chokers but I didn't feel goth, until a few months I felt depressed. Each day I felt more and more depressed. I didn't know who I was anymore. It was dark. Having friends who didn't understand me. My parents.. THEY didn't understand me. I started to be goth. I hated everything. I felt... sometimes emo. I was lucky I'm alive but.. I feel like I shouldn't be here.
I didn't have any black clothes so I wasn't any of those people who dressed goth. Hopefully I would buy some but whatever. My parents won't let me.
Damn it. Anyways back to the story.
I felt so alone until I met a great friend online who was also goth. She did like steampunk as well as me XD. (I really want one of those goggles or hats with feathers xDDD) my friend did understand me. I understanded her as well. Most of friends weren't goth and didn't understand me much. They didn't know why I was suffering from depression. Well my friends that's my goth story. -sigh-
Remember one thing
•depression is not a choice•
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Life as who I am.
Non-FictionThis is my life story. How I became who I am right now.
