So.

[bubosquared]

You know what I wore to the U2 concerts? Vynyl trousers and my jeans, corset-like top on Sunday (which was a bad idea -- being able to sweat is good, yo!) and my long red dress on Monday. Add velvet choker, eyeliner, black nailpolish and lipstick, and you've got a standard goth girl. I walked all over town like that. Didn't even notice people looking until this one bloke whistled at me and tried to get me to come over to his car.

I'm thinking ... this is good. I'm more and more becoming who I really am, who I've always been inside. Confident, and goth, and ... well ... pretty. This is how I've always wanted to look, but I never had the guts for it. Now, for some mysery reason, I do.

I kinda want to meet up with my ex-classmates again. See if they recognise me. Cause I was always the grey mouse, the nice girl, the good girl, the smart girl, who'd go to university and study something difficult and pass, and go on to become something brainy, and probably stay forever single because she's so shy and normal and doesn't dress in a way that draws attention to the fact that she's female. And ... somehow, I need someone to acknowledge that I'm not that girl anymore.

Because I don't feel different inside.