I don't know what it is. I am not exactly the gothic kind of person either. but I know I am different from the rest of my kind. I don't like mixing with people much. call it arrogance, but i consider myself above them. I care, but can love none..not for long. I percieve things they can't. people often see a wild misery in my eyes...one which i can't explain.
Witchcraft, darkness, lonliness, restricted social norms and issues...they always pull me towards themselves. the night is always welcoming. Even the mosquitoes can't drive me away from siiting out at night. Its as if the night can understand me and respects me for what I am.
But the question that keeps bothering me is that, 'am I evil?' 'have I come from the deep bowels of hell?', 'do I have a cursed soul?' ....
I wish to belive otherwise but the thought worries me every moment nevertheless.
Witchcraft, darkness, lonliness, restricted social norms and issues...they always pull me towards themselves. the night is always welcoming. Even the mosquitoes can't drive me away from siiting out at night. Its as if the night can understand me and respects me for what I am.
But the question that keeps bothering me is that, 'am I evil?' 'have I come from the deep bowels of hell?', 'do I have a cursed soul?' ....
I wish to belive otherwise but the thought worries me every moment nevertheless.
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