I don't know who I am anymore
 

SHIT. I just gave away all my old goth clothes. I've lost my identity! How are other goths meant to identify me now without all my frills, lace, floor length velvet skirts and oversized leather coat?!?! FUCK, I feel dead inside knowing that no one will correctly identify me as the gothest goth that ever lived now.

This is a joke, right?

Ummmm..........no, I am of course, being absolutely serious.

What kind of clothes are you wearing now?

Just normal, average clothes? I was actually joking about losing my identity for those who couldn't tell.........I'm too old to be looking like I just stepped out of goths 'r' us now :P

Don't worry, its just a phase.... ROFLMAO *tears of laughter*

But.....how are people going to know how dark and twisted my soul is if I don't show them with my fashion sense?!?!?!

... Tattoo it on your forehead. lol, just a suggestion.

When I was 13 I was such a tortured, dark girl. I had suffered a lot, I had known true pain in this rotten life and wanted to be a goth but my mommy wouldn't let me. Nobody understood me so I had to start cutting myself. Well but that's another story. One girl told me that true goth's don't need to display it with clothes and makeup, that they carried their goth essence inside them.

Hope that helps.

(Er... I'm not very good with sarcasm when it's not my mother tongue XD)

So, who are you?

Why you asking when she clearly knows not? Didn't you read the title of the thread?!?!?

Actually, I think that I know who I am now. Well, maybe. They tell me my name but every time I try to google it, it just comes up with some guy called Dick Cheney? Is THAT who I am?

Yes you are Dick Cheney.

So I'm....wow.....omg, I finally have a dick. I HAVE A DICK. Vin, you made my day. Marry me and lets make tiny dicks together.

Geez, everyone WANTS me.

Tiny dicks bahahahhahaha!

Our tiny dicks would be beautiful.

Can I name them Pierre and Louis?

You can name them anything you like.

I have a new, cherished mental image of two French-trapper dicks paddling down a river in a dugout-canoe full of bloody beaver skins.

How brilliant!

Ape, get writing that story! I wanna see how my babies turn out!

Ho ho ho, the beaver-harvest has been fruitful...

I think the Kids in the Hall beat me to it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLWiWEnOtwE

Why even miss being Goth if you weren't ever Goth to begin with or no one really thought you were in the first place.

It reminds me of this guy who always like "I'm so Goth." But then no one ever thought he was in the first place. It is like missing nothing. It only counts when you're like really Goth like a Goth icon. When and if people think maybe your aren't then there is a loss of power. Otherwise, no one really cares and you're about the same socially.

Wow, that wasn't bitchy or pretentious....;)