I did try to reach out to other people, I really did. Fuck 'em. I'm not going to change. I'm not the perfect goth, the perfect pagan, the perfect fat girl content to be quiet and trying to be invisible. What right do any of these snivelling little people have to judge me? I guess after being rejected I'm supposed to retreat into a huddled ball of misery, wishing I could be thin/pretty/cool. Well, I'm not in high school anymore. Fat is the new thin, for one thing. And for another, none of you are worth getting miserable over. Not to mention the fact that you are not worthy of any of these pretty dark princesses you crave.