I want my pink hair back. Dammit, but i really miss it. I know it's silly, but i do. I wonder why i like to fiddle with how i look. Not in any permanent way. I've no esire to be pierced. But my hair and nails. And the occasional bit of eyeliner. And the silly hats, do they count?

Wore my hair in pink ribbons last night. Had matching nails. My excuse was that i'm breast cancer aware, but that was just an excuse.

I think i dpo this for attention. I hate being how i am. I'm an attention seeker and horribly shy at the same time. It's just so frustrating. You'd hope that these two opposites would somehow make me a blanced person, but no, apparently not. So i wear my hair in ribbons and smile shyly (And wonder if it's an affectation) at the compliments, and ignore the abuse, and carry on trying to be me. I still don't know who that is, but i've got to know the act better, which might equate to the same thing. I don't know.