ENTER: Luna

Luna was my first best friend.

We met in the early days of kindergarten, during nap-time. If you're wondering why I didn't know who she was by whatever time that was by then, it's because I've always been rather introverted and tend not to hang around the others (for example, I often didn't want to play with the other kids on the playground at school). Therefore, it wasn't that much of a surprise that I hadn't talked to Luna that much at all. We hit it off fairly quickly, all though I think we were the only ones making any sort of noise, as it was nap time. I hardly ever went to sleep during those periods and hated them with a passion, but it was what it was, and I often simply sat around, lost in my own thoughts. So when Luna and I started giggling in that weird little kiddish sort of way . . . we never expected the teacher to hear us. I mean, after all, usually small kids are so stealthy, right? But maybe that teacher was a ninja in disguise, who knows?

Anyway, this girl and I started talking more and more, on the bus and on the playground and when we could during the day (which, considering that it was kindergarten, was quite a bit). It got to the point where I was always staying over at her house--which wasn't very far from the apartment complex that my family was living in at the time--every weekend. We became the best of friends, and I occasionally conversed with her older sister . . . . We were the same on many levels, and different on many others. She and I had arguments over the stupidest stuff multiple times, but our friendship has remained all this time.

A picture of Luna, stolen from one of her albums on Facebook.

She moved when we were in the third grade to the town over with her grandmother. I still came over to her house just about every weekend, and remained to be good friends, however surprising that may sound. Even so, though, Luna and I needed new people to socialize with. She met new people, and I started talking with those that I had known since kindergarten. I started to hang out more with the guys once she left, being the tomboy that I am, and interestingly enough, she started to hang out with Neji's cousin (but I didn't know about that until just last year).

Luna moved from Mississippi to Texas around the time when I was in the fourth grade. All though I was sad to see her go--just as most friends are--I had a feeling that she would be happier in Texas with her father than she would be back over here with her mother.

After she moved, I think I seen her once more--and that was four years ago, I think one or two days before I started talking to Neji. I don't remember if we spent the night, or if we just hung out, but we did something at that time.

I caught up with her on Facebook the summer after he seventh grade, I believe, and we talked a couple of times.

Shortly after I met Elise, I started noticing that Luna was posting more and more pictures of some anime show that I had never seen before (Tokyo Mew Mew, I think?), and her profile picture was considerably "gothic," if you know what I mean. I messaged her and asked her about it, and asked her if she had turned to the Goth subculture. She seemed to be very hesitant in giving me a yes or no answer, saying that she didn't know. I sent her to The Ultimate Goth Guide, and after reading it, she told me that she definitely was.

One day I may see her again, but for now we just have to settle with Facebook.

P.S. Her birthday is the thirty-first of October.

ENTER: Elise

Elise was first Scarlet's "friend" on Facebook. I suppose that they had hit it off fairly well (though not well enough to try to become very close or anything). We had virtually "met" through one of Scarlet's statuses, and from there just started talking about whatever and whenever.

She and I have been talking for a few months now, and although we sometimes annoy each other, I still have to say that she's pretty cool. Her personality is completely different from mine, so it's almost surprising that we've become sort of close. But hey! She's Elise.

Elise does enjoy writing, though she has many self-esteem issues and doesn't think that she's very good at it. Of course, she does need to improve; and so does the rest of the world.

Recently she became rather depressed, but she seems to be out of it now -- which makes me happy!

Elise's choice.
Source:  Google images

 

Listening to:  "Opheliac" by Emilie Autumn

ENTER: Scarlet

Awhile back ago, Neji started dating a girl who is a grade below me in school. After awhile they broke up, and then he started dating her friend, Scarlet.

I had seen Scarlet several times at school. It was hard to miss her, really, because she wore large amounts of black every day. Very rarely did she wear anything that was purple or green or anything else (in fact, those are the only colors I recall her wearing that weren't black), and she also had a Rolling Stones coat (heh). So yes, I definitely could pick this girl out in the crowd. But when they -- she and Neji -- started dating, we started talking and hanging out, usually in fourth period, which was P.E.

I found out a few things about her during our fourth period class. She did drugs, she was raped, she was emo, she cut herself, she acted tough, and underneath all that was a girl who I had an urge to protect, like I do all of my "real friends".

When she first told me that she was a cutter, I did not fully understand what that meant, so I responded with, "Cool." There was no reason to tell anyone (and, if I had been in the same spot once again with the knowledge I have now, I probably still wouldn't tell anyone, although I would try to help her as best I could), as far as I was concerned. I only could comprehend that it meant depression. And while I had been through that before, that didn't mean I didn't understand . . . oh never mind . . . I think you get it by now.

It was actually around this time when Neji and I had first started calling each other -- and also when I first started having the "random Goth" thoughts in my head and thinking that I may be that (which has obviously turned out to be quite true). I asked her, once, what the difference between Emo and Goth was, and she responded, "Emos cut themselves and Goths don't." I honestly thought that that wasn't much of a wonderful explanation, but I trusted her judgement all the same.

I now know that it's misguided, which is sad for her, but ah well; it is what it is, you know?

Scarlet herself has a lot of problems, especially recently, but I in no way am a fan of documenting them all here. Although I'm pretty sure she wouldn't care if I did, I don't have her full permission. Usually I don't care what I have and what I don't have in these things, but I have moved up from M-D (and yes, I still write there) to Blogger, which is such a big difference in typing down things for all to see. Therefore, I will not post too many of her woes and things in here, and I would put a picture of her here, but I have a bad feeling about doing that . . . so I'll just put something on here of which she has in one of her Facebook albums.

From Scarlet's Facebook album.
Source:  Google images, most likely

ENTER: Perseus

I met Perseus a few months ago when I first started going to the school I'm going to now. I knew that he lived in the same trailer park as myself -- just up the hill -- but I had never bothered in talking to him. Such a thing seemed to be, at least for me, unimportant and unnecessary. So for him, his brother, and two nephews, I never payed too much mind to.
However, there was an older boy in the back of the bus who often got on my nerves. He would cuss everyone out, including the bus driver, and it was quite annoying. Really, it was. Even if pretty much none of it was aimed directly at me, that doesn't mean that I can't get fed up of someone's ignorant crap. How childish . . . but hey, I don't know what he goes through. It wouldn't surprise me that much if one -- or both -- of his parents were alcoholics. Nope, not at all. Trouble-making is a common personality trait for children who grow up with alcoholics and/or alcohol abusers. But I'll get into those details later on.

I had expressed my annoyance with another neighbor, Ashley L. and her friend, Amber, one day in fifth period. They told me his name and all that stuff, and on the afternoon, a random girl by the name of Courtney sat by me for  a total of .30 seconds and said, "So, I hear you don't like Daniel?"

[Laughs] "Yeah."

"Girl, let me tell you, you've got good tastes."

After she left, Perseus, who had been sitting behind me, asked my name and that kinda thing, and we started talking, and blah blah blah. I found out that he and I had many similarities, including the love of fantasy stories, awesome (aka lots of dark clothing) old music tastes (like Guns N' Roses and stuff), and so on. I had a feeling that he had gone through a gothy phase before, and if he hadn't, then I could introduce him into the subculture to see if he likes it.

After the third or fourth day of talking, he told me that he had been a goth once. Yet, he didn't know anything about the types or the music or anything like that, so I had to re-introduce him. I drug him over to my house and showed him the UGG blog, and so he told me that he wanted to be Goth -- with a big "G". Like I knew he would.

So now we're both Baby Bats and don't know what to do with ourselves. Well, actually we do. Listen to music and make a large collection of awesome fashion. He wants to be a Deathrocker when he moves out of his grandmother's place. Mmm. Though I don't have a problem with Deathrockers themselves, I am no fan of the fashion. Deathhawks and stuff like that just instantly remind me of someone trying to be a bad ass. I need to get out of that thought . . . .

There is no real picture I can show you of Perseus, except for this Photoshopped one:

Perseus
Source:  His phone

ENTER: Neji Hyuga (Urien Thorne)

In October of 2008, I met a boy by the name of Neji Hyuga. Of course, that isn't his real name. Neji is a fictional character in the manga and anime series, Naruto created by Kishimoto Masashi (Note:  surnames come before given in Japan, so his first name is Masashi). Neji and I had quite a few things in common, including our religion, political views, sense of humor, and favorites.

Right:  Young Neji Hyuga; left:  old Neji Hyuga.
Source:  Google images

During this time, I was in the fifth grade. I often argued with my favorite teacher, a Conservative Republican, about politics. Of course I always lost . . . . He -- has -- had much more experience than I in the world of the "P word". Plus, I am much younger than he is. My father gave me ammunition in the afternoons, but it was usually too late then. But that's not important. What is important is that President Obama became President Obama, which made Neji and I skip around on the roads screaming things like, "WE WON, WE WON!", which was much different from what the neighbors were doing, I'm sure.

We live in a Red State.

2008 gave way to 2009, and our friendship improved drastically. I started hanging around him much more, to the point where we were able to start spending the night with each other (and, before you ask, no, nothing went "on" between us during those times -- though, naturally, there were plenty of rumors that there were). We rode three wheelers and wrecked several times; we sung Queen songs and hung out with his on-again off-again girlfriend; we walked the highway at night with the full moon ahead just to prove that we totally OWNED that town.

In the late months of 2009, he, his girlfriend and I started attending a non-denominated church, Hang Out 4 Jesus, which we all got saved at. The congregation, as well as the building, was quite a mystery; no pues or chandeliers here! No, just regular seats. Sit on the carpet if you want! There's no harm in it. And the people? Well, they themselves weren't strange; it was the amount of people! Such a small number for such a small building.

Unfortunately, we had a bit of a rough patch on January 15th, 2010, and stopped being friends for a total of fifteen months -- until earlier this year! I honestly thought that we would never be able to see each other again, which sent me spiraling down a swirly depression time for just over a year. Luckily, though, I had friends to help me -- although they definitely didn't know they were doing it.

In December of 2010, however, Neji contacted me via Facebook asking for my forgiveness. Like me, he had blamed himself for our "dead" friendship. We still were not able to talk (my family's phone wasn't even working at this time), but at least we could communicate a little bit through "the social site", which was something.

I believe it was in February when I told Dalton that I had become Goth. Thankfully, this was after the three or so days I believe I spent as an uneducated Mall Goth, so I could at least try to explain to him what it was. Like a large portion of the world, he believed that Goths existed to worship the Devil, hated pink, and all the other common stereotypes that we face. At the weekend when I came over, he told me that he was thinking about joining the subculture as well, because if his coat was pink, he would burn it (he and I have many many similarities, so it was kind of natural for him to think that that's what it was about). Kind of silly, I know, but I tried to explain it to him.

I also knew that he was an annoying Mall Goth, and there was absolutely nothing I could possibly do to help him. I gave him sheets and sheets of things from The Ultimate Goth Guide that I thought would help, and I told him some Goth and Deathrock bands, but he couldn't listen to him. Eventually he told me that I was acting strange because I "was trying to act goth." That made me strongly reconsider our friendship (we're been on a rocky road recently), but I forgave him.

Yesterday, I spent the night with Neji. It was pretty fun. He now has a Goth name, by the way:  Urien Thorne.

My Neji!
Source:  His phone