Shoutout to all the emo wannabes
When I was 11 I so desperately wanted to be goth or emo or whatever you call it (I’m sure you can already see how miserably I failed at achieving that). I had two pairs of black and red striped gloves that I got from Claire’s and I wore just one at a time because Hannah Montana said it was cool to do that.
It’s been several years since that phase, but I convinced myself that there’s a purpose for one pair of those gloves and I kept them. One time a bunch of my mom’s family came to visit and my uncle found one of the gloves (again only one glove because at some point across several years I still needed validation from Hannah Montana) and he asked me when I became a Michael Jackson wannabe and I have never failed so terribly at being cool.