Too much black?
 

This morning when i got up and got dressed my mom told me I had t much black on and that i couldnt wear my spikes. Which is stupid because not only did I do it any way but also that she hasnt said a word for the past two years was this really fair to try and stop me now I mean Im not hating on preps but if they can wear what they want why cant i wear what I want.

Strike one.

More like "strike one hundred and one." >:

This idiot makes Retro Kat look brilliant. >:

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Your boath wrong Ive been keeping count...








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And now your funny :)

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Re: Too much black?
 

Why don't you write a fucking poem about it? :lol

Christ, I'm so glad GothicPoet isn't here anymore. Imagine if that BJ-cazed whackjob and this halfwitted poser got together. :(

But anyway, I'll write a poem for him.

Boath side of the story
One side is me
Black is all around
Black is all I see
Spikes, my neck
Pain, all the same
Mother, leave me alone
You never loved your daughter

I FIND THIS THREAD RACIST. >:

I get it now. You guys mock out of love

Re: Too much black?
 

OMG WTF SHE CAN'T MAKE YOU LEAVE YOUR SPIKES HOME!!! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT THIS OUTRAGEOUS SITUATION???

my mom once told me that i couldnt wear my dress outside

i was sad

when my parents wouldn't let me wear my faded jeans with the holes in the knees and arse, i fumed that i'd never do that to my own kids.

the other day, i told my son he wasn't leaving the house with his boxers showing.

:(

sadie, all parents are hypocrites....it comes as part of the package...you get children, you become a hypocrite...maybe there's some weird medical procedure you can get that can reverse the effects...? meh...

RONGI, YOU'RE A NINJA.

Goth, your first mistake is being a goth.

Goth, get Anne Rice to drain your parents.

You are all unfit to live.

You must be a loner :rolleyes

how many kids do you have, waterwitch?

If I had a million dollars ... I'd buy you a black dress ... but not a real black dress ... that's cruel. :/

Dear Mr. Vernon,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you're crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us... In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions ... but what we found out is that each one of us is a brain ... and an athlete ... and a basket case ... a princess ...and a criminal... Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.