"So, you're a goth..?"
I mentally screamed. "Define goth."
Chris Hilt thought for a moment, "Someone who wears black and hates everyone."
"I don't hate everyone." I replied, rolling my eyes.
If I had a quarter for every time I had this conversation...
"But you wear black." Christ Hilt pointed out.
I smiled, giving him an innocent look, "That's because I'm waiting for your funeral, bitch."
