All my fishnets end up ripped, just like my heart. As an emo girl living the goth life, I can't help but feel like I’m constantly battling my own darkness. Every tear in my fishnets tells a story—of nights spent in the shadows and dreams that seem out of reach. I may be an amateur in this world, but my struggles are real. Sometimes, it feels like I'm dancing on the edge. Join me as I embrace the chaos of goth culture, where the lines between beauty and pain blur.