Well I think about it and I AM not anything the people I know have ever wanted me to be. My mom wanted one of those little prissy daughters who loved beauty pageants, she didn't have that or a the "perfect husband" anymore so that's why she left us. My dad wanted the ultimate daddy's girl who would follow him to work and always want to be like him, almost like a boy, I'm not that but he accepted that. And now here, they want me to be a happy little prep. Nothing against them but being a goth was more fun. We didn't try to kill ourselves, "sacrifice animals" or any or that creepy shit, now that was some fun stuff. I found the diary of this one girl trashing everything she didn't understand and acting like she was all that. This girl seemed to have no sense of reality outside of her little world. I feel bad for her.
I guess I'm more a skater than anything else. It's something I have always loved to do and I am actually good at. To calm myself down or just have some fun I love going to the skatepark. Me and some friends used to drive up to some suburb up north back in Illinois and I always loved that. Skating is my thing. I have to find a skatepark around here before I go crazy.