I guess I relate to goths alot. I rarely smile or laugh or talk alot, not because I feel crappy, but because that's just not how I am. Unless I'm with my friends, I'm seclusive. I stare off into space alot and I have a weird, messed-up, dry, sarcastic sense of humor and a vengeance against life. I rarely use lights in rooms.. I dunno if that's a goth-like thing or just me, but.. bright rooms annoy the hell out of me. The only lights ever on in my room are my fluorescent bulb in my CP tank and my TV. I never use the light in the bathroom.. the nightlight my grandfather puts there for some unknown reason is enough. Even without it I wouldn't need it, because I've lived in this house my whole life.. I know it and I don't need to use vision to get around in it. Plus, I don't like to waste stuff like electricity. It irritates me how, every single day, my grandparents leave lights on when they leave a room or turn lights on they don't need. You don't need those ceiling lights on in the kitchen all day!! Or anywhere else! I could save them SO much money if they'd quit turning lights and sinks and stuff right back on when I turn them off. Lots of people think I'm messed-up (in negative and positive ways, depending on the person).. I'm pretty morbid and I love blood and gore. I sketch alot.. CPs and horses, mostly. Usually I make the stuff I draw wicked-cool looking, not just ordinary VFTs or grazing horses. I make CP sketches have dark black shading and coloration with accentuated features, along with the horses I draw. They're usually pretty fierce. And I have no problem with wearing black. It's one of my favorite colors. If I had enough black, I'd probably wear all black alot. But I usually just wear dark clothes.. never pastels or bright colors. And NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER pink. I'm not a bubbly, happy-go-lucky person.. normally pretty blank when it comes to emotions. I get this deep feeling of impending doom sometimes.. it's happened to me twice. I have no idea what that was about. And when I get mad, I get MAD, violent urges and all.. I usually end up punching one of my bedroom walls multiple times (they're concrete, not that flimsy paper-thin plaster crap), which explains why two of my knuckles on my right hand are wayyy flatter than the same knuckles on my left hand. And when I'm depressed I just kinda go numb to everything.
And that's how I believe I'm pretty goth-like. And you're either with me or against me.