i am wierd.
i like being wierd.
i am constantly reminded of this when i look around and see all those 'normal' people around me- so happy, so content, so disturbingly perfect.
i refuse to grow up.
i love being an adolescent-kinky, bitchy, OTT and emotionally unstable.
the mere thought of growing up scares me.
an old acquaintance recently propositioned me to have sex with him.
i turned him down.
why?
because i'm no longer the rebel that i used to be.
i'm no longer the bitch who couldnt care less.
i'm a domesticated animal now.
i'm a domesticated animal now.
bound by chains of morals, righteousness and self-control.
but at the same time, its not like i have a problem with this change.
its a matter of time before i get used to this sobreity.
metamorphosis?
-i think not!
