I can't do it anymore. Not another second. Not another day. Not another hour. No. I can't. I will no longer waste my time on this. I'm tired from tihs constant cherade. This is not who I am. I don't have stick straight hair. I don't enjoy intellectual television. I don't feel happy all the time. I have a horrible temper. And I like it. Get ready world because I'm not hiding anymore. Finally (finally!) I'm not going to hide myself. Why is it so important to me to be accepted? No reason. Blah. I'm through with it.