So, I look like I'm , like, fourteen. Yeah. It's a sad truth. I think that's half the reason that I've done what I've done. I mean, it's not like I've murdered anyone, but personally, I hate it when someone looks at me and says: Aw, aren't you the cute little one who's probably amazing in school. At the same time, I like it. I can't help it. It's flattering. I just got it so much, that it's not funny anymore.
But I can't fix it. My Grandma and I have the same taste. It's not even like it was my mum's fault, 'cause she wears stuff I wouldn't. But then, I have days where I'm like... hey. I'm sick of this. I'm going to go make out with someone. Luckily it's rarely difficult to find someone. But, like I said, I look young enough that it's kind of sad. And I know that my makeup and stuff doesn't help, since I wear a heck of a lot of pinks. And my hair is nearly always not-so-sexy. And yet guys still have irrational complexes based on me. Whatever! Not cool.
Anywho, I hate it sometimes. Sometimes it's easy, and sometimes I just love being young, because you get away with a whole lot more. But sometimes, okay, most times, real men, older men, are hard to come across. Well, I can't help that I look young. I was naturally gifted with it, And then it just came from a natural tendency to wear significantly baggy clothes. So? Point? Can't I like not being naked?
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