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Hallowgoth

For halloween I decided that it would be an excellent idea to dress like a goth. I figured it's completely out of character for me and it would be a fun adventure. I convinced my co-worker Heidi to join in with me and my two other friends.

The second I split my hair into a middle part, I knew I was going to be terrifying.

Everyone in my house was getting ready, dressing as jazzercizers or pirates, actually looking cute and rather darling. Well the second I finished applying my drastic make-up, I turned around and a girl screamed. I walked into my friends room and she accidentally bumped into me and quickly said, "Oh I'm so sorry, I thought you were Manfull!" Awkward, I am. I was so unrecognizable that even the girls I live with every day had no idea it was me behind all the dark and morbid clothing. As we began our adventure downtown I was getting so many stares- it might have been the hot pink spiked color attached by chains to my wrists, but who knows. As I got to the bar, a man approached me and in all seriousness took my shoulders and looked me in the eyes, "Listen," he said, "I don't know your life at all. But I do need to tell you that you are terrifying. I get that you people like to express yourselves in different ways, but Christ...this is just fucked up". I politely laughed and said he was mistaken, that I normally look like a pretty normal kid. I even got out my phone to show him what I look like on the average day. Well he didn't buy it, "Hey it's ok, you don't need to pretend to be someone you're obviously not". Overall I'd say it was a  great success, people bought me drinks left and right because they didn't want me to talk to them. Even my own friends wouldn't talk to me.

Hallowgoth=1 Manfull=0.

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