"Look, you're so goth you cry black tears."
I giggle a little.
"That's mascara, ho."
We look at eachother and laugh some more, and I clutch my homemade doll to my chest. I cut him from an old white t-shirt and stitched him together with black thread. I gave him white button eyes and cut him a heart from my black prom dress. His name is Jason.
Jason is an angry guy. I was up until midnight last night making him. I make things when I am lonely. No one seems to get that.