I have changed. I have a dog. I wear boots now. I long for a zombie apocalypse to happen, or an alien invasion...whichever comes first. I am ready to fight everyday, in whatever place. I wear a little more pink, I started using jewelry again. But I'm stuck with shirts and jeans, oh... and Converse and Vans. I'm back to Metal music. I use a backpack instead of a handbag. I use a vest almost everyday, so I can put my cellphone among other small things. I don't know if I should call it a progress, but it's a change. I still hate my life, I'm pretty much the same person, a little more hater than I was before. My heart is a little darker and crazier. And when I mention "heart" I totally mean mind and intelligence. I'm a lot less of a pussy. I use the word hate instead of
love, I know... that is kind of lame, but I don't care.