last night i stuck out like a sore thumb. that wasn't the first and would definitely not be the last.

it's not like i'm having an identity crisis but i just hate the way they all dress. and the probably look down on how i dress too.

he'ssuch a mystery to me. why do i still hang around?

oh yeah, cos of that.

right.

i know i have been secretive.

the girls know that something's up. but i'm not telling.yet.

i dun wanna jinx it. this time.