worst. hallowe'en. participation. ever.

i can count on one person for Hallowe'en adventures-- but i didn't even take him up on it. my hallowe'en energy had soared too low my this point. hallowe'en is my favourite. it always has been. it's dark and spooky and ridiculous and people get wack and i feel comfortable because it's my time. this year, after resigning to the idea of not making a corpse bride costume, i ended up making a bat costume which was fucking killer. professor fry helped me, ok, made the ears for me, in what turned out to be the personality of the costume-- the light spot shining through darkness. i was set to go to stage nine and nobody wanted to go. some were too sick (it's hallowe'en-- plan for health). the gothiest of the goth didn't have a costume this year (no excuse, it's your christmas, man). some didn't have enough money (borrow from your mom, it's halloween). others too much schoolwork (i will help you with your schoolwork). everybody: not enough planning. i suppose i could've gone out myself, but it made me sad not to be with my ghouls. i opted for a a few photoshoots, where professor captured the dark soul of my bat costume. at least it was well documented, whether i got to dance in it or not. li'l j did call me to go out, but i was too sober and bummed to go at one a.m.
memo to everyone: next year SUCK IT UP AND TRY HARDER or don't talk about hallow'en as if you care.
anyone want to goth night for dancing tonight? try to win your dark back?
my period kind of apologizes for the harshness, but your nonparticipating nature really got me down.