I put on a tank-top and a pair of shorts. I looked in the mirror. I stared at my eyes. They were different. I didn't want to different. I didn't want to be the same, either.
I wanted to be normal. The only way to do that was to leave.
Why am I still here?
I wanted to go to Xander. I wanted to look good so I let my hair down.
I also put some dark eye shadow on.
I didn't want to put lipstick on. I thought it was a little much.
Too much.
I rarely put makeup on. So rarely that I never do it.
I slipped some flip-flops on. I never owned a pair of shoes in my life.
I had the money to. I just never did.
That's how I'm different. I hate it.
