Tap Dancer, I am.

I am who I am. If you don’t like it, that’s not my problem. I go against the grain. I never go alone with what magazines say fashion is. I don’t go along with labels, apart from converse. You are supposed to label jars, not people. For those who label themselves, they are just saying what they want to be not what they are.

Today I was asked what I am. My answer was human. They then laughed and asked what my label is. I told them I didn’t have one. They seemed shocked that’s I am an individual with no particular brand. I have no label. I have no bar code on my forehead. I am not something that can be bought by fashion and trends. You can tag me all you want, but I won’t buy in.

The preps would think I am something else, but the something else’s would say that I’m not; the goths would say that I am too happy to be goth. Therefore I have no label. I am me! Why cant people just leave it at that? I’m sick of all this labelling; it’s almost considered an insult now. I mean everyone is calling someone something.

L

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY IN 19 DAYS!!! YAY

Written on 1 October 2005 at 6:48 pm

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