my chemical romance.
horror.
nature.
laveyan satanism.
animals.
tattoos.
johnny depp.
tim burton.
alternative girls.
art.
hair.
makeup.
& whatever the hell else I want.
background story
This past year I have become extremely close with one of my friends. She is honestly my favorite person in this shitty world and one of the few people that makes me happy. Her parents are very judgmental people, but I’ve put up with them, and have never disrespected them once. For the past 3 or 4 months they have decided on and off that they don’t want her to hang out with me anymore. Because I’m a “bad influence” on her. When really, they’re the bad influences if anything, and are honestly terrible parents. I’m not saying that because of what they’ve done to me, but because of the things that they’ve done and said to her. Now they have decided that there is no way that we are allowed to hang out until she is 18. Which will be the end of August, 2014. Now they keep making assumptions about me rather than talking to me about it and trying to clear things up.
They assume that because I’m a Satanist, I worship the devil. No. I do not believe in the devil, or a god, or a heaven, or a hell. I believe in myself. They would know that if they actually talked to ME about it.
They assume that I’m bisexual or a lesbian. I personally have no problem with gay people, I’m a very strong supporter of equality, and am friends with and related to people that are gay. The problem I have, is that this means they are calling me a liar, and the fact that they think this is a bad thing.
They assume that because I smoke that I am a bad person and a bad influence. Um, no. Anytime that my friend was trying to quit I didn’t even so much as let her take one puff off my cigarette. Try again.
They assume that because I sometimes do things over the top that I do it for the “shock value.” Again. No. I do things because I like them. Just because I like some things that are “shocking” doesn’t mean that that’s why I like them.
The point is, I’m just sick of being judged, and them thinking lies of me, and because of that, I can’t see my best friend.
I promise, Ayla, as soon as you’re 18 I’m getting you far away from them.
