| Current mood: |  cynical |
| Current music: | Type-O's Wolf Moon |
I fucking hate my boyfriend. He loves all these little gothy chicks, but I don't consider myself "goth". What does it mean to be "goth" anyways? It's only a label, a stereotype to me. To call someone a goth, or prep, or jock, or punk or anything is to label them and include them in some kind of group, which then alienates them from other people who are not of that stereotype.
I look at his little journal, and see all his online friends are goth girls. In all black, black make-up, black hair, black everything! How does he find this attractive? These girls are hiding under LAYERS of make-up and their hiding in their own little dark worlds. Writing evil poetry and storys and listening to dark music. It sickens me that my boyfriend (I won't name him) finds this fasinating. I am not a goth, not a prep, not a metal head, not anything I don't wish to be. I am myself, and I don't think he loves me for that. I think he loves me for what he's trying to see me as. For what he is trying to make me into. If you truely love someone, you shouldn't try to change them...
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