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I wanted candy today, so I went to the mall, because they have a lovely candy store.
While I was there, some teenagers walked in. They had on Tripp pants and the like, with smeary black lipstick and white paint. Soo they were talking about how Marilyn Manson was "like the lord of goth." Ok, I'm in a good mood, so I stay silent. Then they start MAKING FUN OF ME because I have scars on my arms and a bracelet from the local psychiatrist around my wrist.
HERE'S A HINT: Don't antagonize the crazy people! WE BITE!
So I start bitching at them for it. And then they say I can't talk, because I'm obviously not a "real goth". Their reasoning? They've never seen me at the local Hot Topic.
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What. the. Fuck.
I started laughing, which got me looks, because my laugh isn't exactly sane. Then I threw my recently purchased Jelly Beans on them and skipped away.
I miss those Jelly Beans.
