I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.
If you think “alternative” beauty means over 100 pictures in a row of white, skinny girls who happen to have chosen to dye their hair and get piercings and tattoos, then I think you are deeply embedded in the exact mind set you so proudly say you have have risen above.