I may be small, but I'm the biggest non-conformist of all the goths, and probably hate my life more than they do. I'm not a fucking midget, either - I'm six, okay? The only happiness I get comes from knowing that this will all be over one day when the universe collapses. I betrayed the others by turning emo one time, but it was all for nothing. But it's okay, we're back to being non-conformists together - Pete, Michael, Henrietta and me. Emos suck, and they're all posers. Depressed as shit.