This blog is purely to explain random subjects and sometimes myself. Okay, I admit it. I’m kind of weird and you can’t really define me, if you were doing the stereotypical clique thing. So I’ll let you refer to me as…a Half Goth.
You might be wondering how I could be a goth but only halfway. So let me explain, right from the beginning of me become a goth to emo to a half goth.
Two years ago I was in ninth grade (I hope you know that means I’m in 11th grade now), I went to a little school in Capitol Heights called Central. You’d think that’s a fairly neutral name right? You can’t really judge it because of a silly little name like that! It can’t be the reason for the Half Goths dramatic switch into different cliques!
Well you’re wrong.
Attending Central ruined my personal and social life. I can’t even begin to tell you about the countless major and minor nervous/anxiety attack breakdowns I had because of the stress and depression. But let’s get back to the real subject.
I was a totally happy optimistic shy girl when I came to Central. I was very polite, pronounced all my words, and got good grades in everything (except math). Awesome right? Ha-ha…No. That earned me a huge brand on my back (not literally!). And that brand read; this girl is a goody two shoes, Oreo (you know black on the outside white on the inside), creepy (yeah I was totally creepy cause I was shy), and you can totally push her around and copy her work. Yup. Because I was different and didn’t act ghetto and wild, I was all of the above. This was when I became a goth by the way. Then in the second year I became slightly emo, not because I cut myself (I would never do that) I just pinched myself and stabbed my gums with my nails. (Weird, I know)
So from then on I was totally pushed around for two years, and when I finally started snapping at people to do their own damn work, they acted like I was a total bitch. Of course I had some friends there that were cool, except some only wanted to be around me because I had the answers to all the work, and I told them off, and we never spoke again.
Anyways after two years of being pushed out of everyone’s social circle, I became pessimistic nervous and super shy to the point that I really did seem creepy. Now I go to a much better school called Roosevelt, but unfortunately since I came in 11th grade, its hard to make friends. And because I’m so used to being shunned and alone, its even harder.
But now I’m so in the habit of dressing as a goth and I love the color black, I just keep adding a hint of goth to my wardrobe, so when people ask me what I am I say Goth, because I’d give them brain damage if I tried to explain the Half Goth thing. Then some people are just ignorant and not worth my time (you know who you are!)
So there it is J The History of Half Goth.
