The evil spirit of Goth guy past kept me up all night last night. I finally slept for a couple hours at 7 am. And then had work. Aaaand my mother is at last concerned enough to seek out professional help for my brain/heart/body trauma.
Actually, I hate the word goth. I just wear a lot of black because I like the color. Call me artistic. But the point is this: I promise to be honest. I'll tell you everything. All my dirty secrets. As a Christian and a Woman. It's all true. Judge me if you can.
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