Teen Gothic

It feels over done and cheesy. Like a stereotypical scenario of the every day joe telling someone it isn’t Halloween yet. It happens because of my music, my art, my clothes, my interests,ect. Usually I can laugh it off or awkwardly smile, but there are times where I simply can’t entertain it. It’s tiring sometimes. It’s this acceptance of loss I’m feeling in knowing I’ll always have empathy for what others enjoy, even if I dont enjoy it, and my world feeling consumed by others who will never do the same. It’s the most saddening when you thought you were in a place where other lost souls go, but even in a grave of the souless, you are an outcast.