I was born in the 80's in Sweden, and I'm a costume designer. Also, some may or may not, call me goth. Nerd and Proud.
But I don’t think anyone is going to notice that anyway.
I’m so fucking tired of this shit.
I feel like a ghost, because nobody seems to notice me and I don’t feel alive.. I belong with the dead.
It both hurt and feel good at the same time to know that you must die.
No I did not. Because I did not feel the need to.