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fuck-rawk princesses with their hot topic wardrobes flip off the camera and feel rebellious. wearing chuck taylors and black and posing for maxim and yelling into a microphone. chipped black polish on bitten nails and wifebeaters and studded belts and flat ironed hair. i give you a scowl and you tell me good job. is that all it takes? do i get a fucking gold star? somehow this doesn’t feel like life. can i be goth? paint my face white and my hair black and dress like death i’m so cool. oh fuck it’s out again.what? die for my beliefs? as long as i won’t muss my makeup. anarchy rocks! what’s anarchy? good lord i don’t know but it sounds cool, don’t it? come on stop this fucking game. just. fucking. stop.