I used to be really tomboyish, gross, and immature. Then, I changed. I got breasts and a butt. I started to wear girly clothes, renouncing my old habits. I got interested in boys, and doing my hair. Now, I'm sad. I wear black clothes, listen to Gorillaz, Death cab for cutie, Panic! at the disco, and bands like that. My skin is pale, I write sad stories, poems, and I don't talk to my friends as much. I'm anti-social; I hate to be around people, and hurting myself doesn't seem like a bad idea. What's going on with me?
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