Red Nails and Heels.

I don't wear much make-up. I don't like it. I've got no objections to other people wearing it, but I neglect to see the point in painting up your face to the point where you are no longer recognisable. The make-up I do wear is limited to lip-gloss and nail varnish: at the moment, red is my particular favourite. Special occasions are an exception; at the point, I am most likely ro apply eyeliner, mascara and eye shadow. I don't see the need to make myself stand out in an obvious way. The idea of being too obvious turns me off in so many ways.

Some people are naturally eccentric, I except that. The Boy is no exception to this. I've never met any quite like him, he naturally is far and beyond everything that can be considered normal, but not in a way that demands attention and the spotlight. He just is. It's a shame that the same can't be said for some other people that I've met recently. I've come into contact with more and more people, from all walks of life and with different ideas about life, the way to act, even fashion, and it sickens me when I see falseness amplified for the sake of attention. It makes me want to scream. But at the same time it must be nice for some people to live in their own heads, to think that they're the Midlands' answer to Marilyn Monroe or Edie Sedgwick, or one of those other women who simply SCREAMED originality and beauty.

Red nails and high heels - right now these are my two favourite things and I think that's okay. You don't always need to stand out and have the whole world looking at you. You may like all eyes on you but as soon as they turn away, the words they're saying aren't things you want to hear. Your so-called amazingness gets lost in ridicule as people comment on how awful you look, how unoriginal you really are and how you seem fake. It's a shame, underneath it all you may be a lovely person (on the other hand, maybe not. All evidence points to you being a bitch of epic proportions) but you're not giving yourself a chance. I have many a friend who can be called one of a kind, and it's not just because they don't try, it's because they don't care. Can you say the same?!?!

(I apologise for this rant. It may seem a little OTT, but this has taken four attempts to make it seem like I'm not insane, and that I don't just attack people for no reason.)

One final thing: you're good, darling, I'll give you that. But you forgot something...I'm better.