I began walking gotthicky to the local park. Well it wasnt a park but there was a bench and a tree and its close enough. I sat down and relaxed, making sure any prwps who came too near were watned that they wete gonna get attacked for being preps. I almost attacked some girl who kept coming up to me rucking short ass kid like 3’10 “its not halloween yet” prep propoganda shit.
I was doing ok and rmeinding people of jow goth i was when i remembered i ddn fuckign check mysspace yet or upate my tumblr. God fucking ronald mcdonald made me forget to do it. I started strutting back making sur ei looked fucking hot doing it. Then i reqlized..imwas fuxking being followed!!!!!!
“H******d is that you” hissed a stupid and rotten fhcking voice. I turned around pissed off as fUCK. Fucking tall ass giraffe staring me back, antisatanchrist incarbnate the poser prep king himself lcuein. I stuck my middle finger uo at him, as a warning sign
.nhe didjt fuxking understand and said “Isn’t it a fine nite”
“fuck offu fucking poser dont you have some angelina joliie musicto lisgen to u fuxking ooser”
“Don’t you wanna go clubbing together” he said nastily.
“” fuxk off ur just mad cause im always with people cause they love me and they fucking hate you because i atteact real goths instead of fu king preps” inscreamed, marching riht off. I needed to catch my breath and i almost thought i needed to visit my mom to grab my inhaler. Then i fucking remembered im a fucking vamoire and dead i dont need that.
I came home to my basmeent and lit up all 4 of my monitors. I checked my goth forums. “check ur fax machine :3c” The fuck
I walked over, nesrly fucking tripping caude my coffin got fucking moved by the mysterious semi gothish version of thst clown. I wish i gotnhis tumblr so i could tell him come back because now im fucking lonely and i got something in my fax machine. I took it to the light...FUCKING BRITMEY SPEARS THAT BITXH
I ran to my computers and started typing angrily, “BRITNEY IS NOT GOTH FOR THE LAST FUXKING TIME IM REPORTING YKU YOURE FUCKING GETTING REPORTED AND BLOCKED”
I then wrote on my tjmblr recounting my day and wtiting and angry piece thst my followrs shoild fuxking like because i bring joy to their miserbale goth lives. I then sat down and wrote some poetry
My life...is filled with sorrow and despair….poser preps...are everywhere….….