Oh dear lord, my eyes! My dad worked way more hours than your father did, and I never contemplated slitting my wrists! Your past is not tragic, it's over-dramatic!

Okay, lets start nice and SLOW.

#1. How would you be living in hell andknow that you died? **.
#2 Spell check, fool.
#3NONONONONONONONONONONONO. NO! NO! WTF YOU TRIED TO K--

NVM, DIS STOREE SUX. (You can understand this.)

Learn to spell, idiot.

Seriously, how old are you?! 2 years old? I wouldn't be surprised. It would help your story a whole lot if you actually did learn how to spell.

I'll give you some demonology help if you'd like... you should do research on demons, especially before you post, their alot different then creating a human type of charcater. Also... do research on the mesning 'gothic' and 'goth' ; not all 'gothic' people are depressed you know, they can be happy too.

- Random Dream

Seriously people leave her the hell alone if that is what she wants to write about then by ** god let her say w/e thet ** she wants. Hello freedom of speech? And you guys call yourselves authors? Look at the bunch of you, a true writer would try to help those who struggle with punctuation and grammer and what not. But seriously you guys? SHAME ON YOU! Telling someone to kill themselves? What kind of profession is that!? Think about that the next time before you decide to write another reveiw.

F ucked up troll is f ucked up.

I'll tell you something: My father works in another country. I hardly ever see him. So, of course I "dyed by killin myself" (It HURT to type that!), and am currently typing this from the grave.

Yeah, right.

"Depressing and dark past"? Chick, you have some serious problems. I would advise you to actually kill yourself, because this story sucks fat, hairy donkey balls.

We're no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

We've known each other for so long
Your heart's been aching, but
You're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it

And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

(Oh, Give you up)
(Oh, Give you UP)
Never gonna give, never gonna give
(Give you up)
Never gonna give, never gonna give
(Give you up)

We've known each other for so long
Your heart's been aching, but
You're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

...This is **. Are you serious? You have to be a troll.
There is this little thing called "Spell check" Use it. Seriously.
Okay, I don't care to waste much of my life by pointing out every frigging mistake in this tradgety. This...discrase and emmbarrasment to the English language.
Why would a five year old try to kill herself? It wouldn't occur to a five year old to slit her wrists. And because her father was away for four hours. Your kidding, right? You are aware that most wotk days are, like, double that? Eight hours, if you can't do the math. That child is incredibly lucky. I'm not a prep. I am *actually* a outcast. I dress like no one else I have seen. I act like no one else I have seen. I am not prep, nor am I "Goffik!"
You idiot.
Why would a child then try to kill themselves because their parents cannot afford their "Goffik!" clothes. Thats ridiculous. Who would do that other than a self centred, spoiled, bitchy, prep-in-denial who has become a poser. Seriously?
Also, around 80% of couples get divorced, **.
Being gothic does not make you a witch, **.
I consider myself a witch, and not because I am gothic or anything like that.

Your username: Okay, I take serious offence to this. I am Wiccan and am not a "satanist". That is a pre-concieved that Wiccans and Pagans (I happen to be a cross of both) are evil. The only people that claim to be Wiccan or Pagan or both but also claim to be evil are posers like you, dear. Sorry, but you are a poser.

Back to the em,barrasment in front of me: How does she age after she died? When is "The goffikist of times"?


You, dear, are a poser. Nothing more. You do not have writing skills, spelling skills or anything. So please, ** off.

Holy crap. I said the "F" word in a reveiw. Oh my god!

Oh, CCer, YOur comment made me laugh so hard that I fell of my chair. And, sadley, I'm not kidding. My bum, arm, leg and head hurt now. Seriously, Brilliant comment!

ZOMFG the Devil is my boyfriend too! and his name is Vergil!

*slams head into wall* please make it stop! Please! *runs around screaming* AH! *head explodes* *TWITCH* *TWITCH* God that was ** awful! I thought I was going to have to claw my eyes out!

*twitch* 0.o *twitch* AH! *head explodes* Parady or not that was scarry. I think I'm scarred for life.

Alright. This is a very... nice story. In fact, I love it. Where did you get the ingenious idea to set your monkey on your keyboard and then publish the results? Brilliant!

Your pet monkey is very skilled. It can mangle simple addition, spelling, and grammar with apparently no effort! Oh, sorry, that's you doing that.

Look. I'm not a 'prep' or anything. I just think you need to stop stereotyping 'goffs' and go get a life. Stop imitating Tara and try writng like a person.

Also, as mentioned in other reviews,you have no right to complain about your dad working 4 hours. And also, my parents divorced this November, and I have yet to commit suicide over that or my own pathetic wants (seriously, no one is going to kill themself because they can't have gloves, especially when they made their dad quit his job. Or at least they shouldn't. And where was mom throughout all this?).

Ranting is fun! I hope you enjoyed it and that the review-readers out there got a kick out of it.

If you are just joking, then I take back everything I said, except for the first sentence.

13 when you died...18 now...but, uh...HOW DOES ONE AGE AFTER DEATH, IF AT ALL?

do you put this writing this bad on here just so people can diss it and it looks like it good from the amount of reviews?

You are a poser and sterotypical. Normal people don't like what 'goth' stands for and therefor don't label themselves as one. Would you like to tell me what goth stands for to start with?
Also, your grammer (shudder) is worse than msn conversations.
You reguarly write things that don't make sense (if you died at 13 you cant get older).
It's painful to see what good writers have too compare their work too.

Number 1: Across the road doesn't kill you. It's down the highway. Unless you have hemophilia- either would kill you then.
2: Butter knives won't cut you.
3: Your spelling is ultimately painful to look at.
4: Now I'm going to criticize you username, because I wish to. I don't think you have the slightest clue what a Satanist is, and it's very clear you have no knowledge of Wicca- it is an earth-based religion that holds no belief in Hell or the devil.
5: It's "Gothic".
6: You're the My Immortal chick, right? You fail at life.

And no, I am not a prep, contrary to your beliefs. I am me.