At the moment I feel deeply troubled by the fact that I discarded my own choice of identity to become more like You, and You still don't like me.
But now I realise that, I've lost the courage I need to reassume who I was, and still am somewhere inside.
Everytime I get dressed, I look in the mirror and ask 'What the hell has happened to me?'
My idol is a man who calls donning a pair of thigh-high platform stilettos 'growing up' and 'toning down'.
One day, I'll move away from this nonsense, change my age, lose my name, and shine like Shoemaker Levy 9.
That implies having a lot of people follow my every movement, then end it all by crashing into a Gas Giant planet.
Karesusuki.
Sorted.
Having fun is becoming a very difficult task. I have few friends that I am able to call on, and no ID to prove I am 18. And no courage to just go out on my own and make my own fun.
I don't add musicians. Musicians =/= friends and thus won't go in my friend space.
