I have 3 people I can count on to NEVER let me down.
1 of them let me down last night. So my immature solution is to sulk and write papers. At least I’m admitting I’m being immature AND getting work done, right?
However, here comes the identity crisis:
Most don’t know my three year period of serious black eyeliner, fishnets, vintage tees, torn jeans with writing on them, ect. ect. (the final year of this stage was “goth” but that’s a story for another day).
Just to get a picture of how I was dressing: think Peyton Sawyer (Seasons 1-3 One Tree Hill) meets Effy Stonem from Skins. Granted, my stomach never showed because I was always self concious.
I don’t know why I’m dressing this way now. Yeah, I’m home for spring break, yeah one of my best friends is being a serious jerk, but I’m questioning myself over this whole thing. Why did I become preppy? Was it just to fit in after my horrible start to high school? Was I finally accepting that bad stuff happens and to move on? I never really asked myself why I changed, it was just sudden thing.
Sorry for the minor identity crisis, I’m just upset and in black. (Any one know any Red Doors that need painting?)