Syn's blog: "problems only goths face"

"Time" what a word, so much of it, yet so little too, they say time heals everything but does it? you have to ask yourself this, because when it involves death its unthinkable, the physical and mental boundaries, the sorrow, they all unite all because of one word "time" Time cant be justified nor can it be measured, although some get longer than others, but no one gets to decide their length of time, but merely get to choose their destiny

i sit here alone all by myself i feel so worthless im beyond help every feeling i had has been drained all my feelings were kept contained then you pushed me a little to far i loved you then you broke my heart you threw it all back in my face you said your sick of this love race you used to be what i called home now im here and all alone i wrote this letter to say goodbye all i ever did was try try to be the girl you want but she is something im just not the blade; it glitters in the light noone will notice, i will do it tonight im so sorry it had to end this way theres nothing left i have to say i cant deal with it anymore the blade falls and i drop to the floor

she sitting in her room and shes all alone she knows what she is doing she has disconnected the phone she holds the blade above her staring at her wrist envying its perfection she wonders if she will be missed shes staring in the mirror noone could make this better she hates her reflection she starts to write a letter how did things go so wrong tears fall on the paper she doesnt feel too good but she can not do this later she hears a car door open she thinks her parents are home she doesnt know what to do she wanted to be alone she looks outside the window and sees that noones there how could she feel this bad how can noone care her parents couldnt tell how depressed she had become why didnt they pay attention now her time is done she starts to cry harder the blade begins to fall blood drips onto the ground as she leans agaisnt the wall she cant believe she did it life is slipping away slowly light is fading but she has one thing left to say she slowly whispers something "im sorry i had to go" her eyes suddenly close so to who we will never know

Don't tell a girl you love her, if you don't Don't tell a girl she is your world if she isn't Don't tell a girl you'll call her if you won't Don't tell me i'm that girl again, i'll slit your throat. Don't befriend a girl to betray her, Don't feed her lies, to sway her Don't use your mind to get inside her head Don't call me that girl again, i'll see you dead. Don't think i can be bought with cheap romance and wine Don't think im the kinda girl, to slut about in line Don't mistake me for someone who's playing this fools game Don't play the girl, who can forget your name Just fucking don't.

* Trying to get blacks that match after they fade in the wash * Trying to convince the drunk frat boy who is hitting on you that really are a guy. * Big hair, small cars * Airport metal detectors * Having your little sister play with your make-up * Nicknames such as "that gay devil worshipping freak that dyed his hair purple" * Getting your jewelry tangled in your clothes/hair * When your pointy toe shoes/boots get caught in the holes in the hem of your skirt. * Wearing a black turtleneck when it's 90 degrees outside * Accidentally removing someone's nose ring with your spiked bracelet while dancing * Getting people to look you in the eyes when you talk to them. * Getting your slave bracelet caught in your fishnets * People declaring that your eyes are yellow, when, in fact, they are green * Having to reach for the salt with one hand while holding back your sleeve with the other so it doesn't drag in the gravy * Trying to find your possessions in an all black room * Trying to get the hair-dye stains out of your towels, sink, floors, doors, ceilings, carpets, pets, furniture. * Being asked to defend your entire existence in 30 seconds or less. * Finding a detergent to get those blacks blacker * Having little kids tug on their parent's arm and say, "Look, Mommy, isn't she pretty? I want to look like her!" while the parents grab the child and run for it. * Trying to wash dishes with those flowing sleeves. * Having someone try to pick you up, just so they can tell their friends they've had sex with you * Going out in the winter and having all the metal stuff you are wearing freeze against your exposed skin. * Getting your skirt caught on: anything and everything * Lending your eyeliner to a friend and finding out later that he's returned it without mentioning that he completely emptied the entire brand new tube. * Trying to buy mundane clothes to go job hunting in and not being able to bring yourself to buy anything with enough color. * The salt stains on the hems of skirts in winter. * Not being able to climb really small stairs because the pointy toes on your pixie boots stick out past your toes enough that you can't get your actual toes on the steps. * Trying to stand up, and getting the hooks on your left boot caught in the fishnets on your right leg. And managing to look graceful while extricating yourself. * Dancing in a corset. * Attempting to explain Goth to anyone * Driving in a rather large cloak. * Having to wash black lipstick off of your neck. * Wearing 24 rings and getting them all stuck in various bits of lace and fishnet (not all of it yours). * Having to rush out of bed the moment you wake up just so you can get to the bank before it closes. * Convincing someone that you are straight even though you are wearing a skirt and makeup. * Convincing your sister to let you use her makeup because you are too broke to buy your own. * Trying to find women's clothes that fit you without it looking too obvious that that is what you are trying to do * Wearing that HUGE cross you just bought to the club spinning around and knocking yourself out * Finding that your freshly washed black t-shirt is covered in bits of lint, which while undetectable by the naked eye, show up very well under UV, thereby making you appear to have terminal dandruff. * Waking up at with the most painful hangover ever. Walking to the little store to get aspirin, thinking "Damn even my feet hurt like hell". Then realizing that your wearing someone else's boot's. * Trying to find food you can eat without messing up your lipstick * Trying to get seated so that the eye that you did just right will be the one facing outward. * Wanting to go and play out in the rain but fearing it'll ruin your hair. * Being unable to decide which rings look best over the black lace gloves * Fearing your sharply filed nails will ruin your mesh shirt! * Finding that your cape gets in the way of your cleaning tools when going to work at the graveyard * Getting a sunburn right through your t-shirt * Trying to ride a bicycle with a long black skirt * Trying to ride a bicycle without reminding the people you pass of Miss Elmira Gulch, forcing them to hum the wicked witch theme from The Wizard of Oz * Trying to type with your lace gloves on * Religion: while everybody still thinks you are a Devil-worshipper despite all your explanations.. especially if you tell them you are Pagan.. * Other Pagans/Wicca's don't take you seriously because of what you look like * Menstrual blood doesn't show that well on black panties, so you might not notice your period's began before it's too late! * Accidentally kicking things and having parts fly off because you're wearing steel toes boots. * Brushing against walls and having chips fly off because of your spiked bracelet. * Having to avoid potential self-mutilation after just finishing filing one's nails to a point. * When it's cold, your nose will be red no matter how much make-up you have on. * Trying to explain to people that the scars up and down your arms are actually from your cat. * The extensive hair loss caused from bleaching and re-bleaching hair. * Trying to find a soap that will remove the purple hair dye stains from your hands and face. * Flicking trough a magazine or a newspaper with velvet gloves on. * Trying to tell someone that you admire their footwear without making it sound like a come-on.