The snow is hitting my face lightly, as I walk to 711. I just need one more cigarette and I'm done. My black scarf waving behind me, creating ripples as I walked, like an ocean. It seemed as if it were telling me to go back; to not do it. I wished my addiction was behind me just like my scarf.
My attire screams Goth. I mean with my leather boots, black skinny jeans, black trench coat (a gift from Chaos), and even my Nevermore t-shirt, there's no inch of any other color beside black. I'm not that hard to miss in a white, snow blanketed town. One look at my face and you'd think I'm some sort of emo mother fucker. Which I assure all of you reading this; I'm sure as hell not. I mean my black eyeliner, eye shadow, and black lipstick (all applied correctly, evenly, and symmetrically), kind of make me stick out…what's worse is that I'm a kindergartener and a guy. That just makes it all just a lot worse. Even my precision of language is beyond my peers.
The other goths call me their little baby bat, which makes me feel like I don't belong with the Ogres. I feel so incapable and dumb around them. They know so much more than I ever will. It just isn't fair…Nothing is, I might as well just go elsewhere.
By now I have gotten to 711 and have bought my cigarettes. That is the beauty of South Park, no one cares how old you are, and you can do whatever you want. Like those Justin Timberlake and Britney Spears wannabe's. They don't even have to get permission, they can just go and dress like a whore, get boob jobs, go on adventures and discover the unknown. Personally I enjoy my dark clothing, and staying at home (away from all the chaos), and even learning in the classroom.
My gothly peers don't understand my love of school; they believe it to be a prison for the young. But I do also enjoy just sitting out back of the school talking to my much older and wiser friends about how sucky life is, and about our favorite bands (mines the Bauhaus). It almost never gets boring…we even had out own adventure not too long ago. With vampire Butters, we burned down the wannabe Goth store, Hot Topic. I don't hate the place, per se (screw Vampqueer and his douhcey little vampireness), but if it's going to start the vampire generation, it has to be gone. I meant they got some good band shirts, admit it. Ever since Twilight came out vampires aren't as cool or enjoyable as they used to be. They're a joke now, just like ole Frankenstein. Maybe I'll dress up as a fairy this year; all decked out in glitter and glue. Maybe even dye my hair white, have gold make up on.
And maybe even announce to the world how gay I am for Ike Broflovski.
I mean might as well, Halloween's right around the corner, and nobody else will be doing the same, that I know of, anyway. You know the saying.
CONFORM TO NON-CONFORMITY.