drill.

With a little help from Raychel, I pierced my own ears. It wasn't as bad as they make it out to be in the movies. In fact, I think it hurt less doing it on my own than getting an earring shoved through my lobe at the mall. Figures, huh? They only hurt a little now, and I think it's because I also started stretching my first holes on the same day. I'm a smart cookie.
Don't worry. I'm taking good care of my piercings, so save the lectures.

I also figured out the secret to perfect lipstick. Though, I'm sure it's not much of a secret. I've seen people on Youtube do it; I've just never done it on myself.
Yeah, Cheryl. Boring. Give us substance.

I want to know why I'm forever the bad guy. I want to know why people constantly pin things on me. I want to know why people spread stupid rumors about me, and then attack me when I try to defend myself with the truth.
And when I say "people", I really do mean people, not someone specific. Some of them old friends, some of them just people who only know my name. It's mostly the former that bothers me.
Maybe that's just life. Maybe everyone is the villain in someone else's story.
Man, what a depressing way to look at things.

I rarely ever take pictures head-on because I think my jaw is crooked. Then again, it doesn't seem like anyone else has ever really noticed it, even when I point it out. Maybe I'm just too critical of myself.
Besides, what does it matter if my jaw is crooked? I can still chew and speak.

Why does having flaws have to be a bad thing?


Edit: Don't worry, I'm happy with myself. I just wonder sometimes why other people aren't.