The nightmare-- they walk like me, talk like me, listen to the music I listen to, wear what I wear. It stemmed from my youth when all the "cool" kids were wearing Hollister and American Eagle. I couldn't even step inside the stores because I had a fear of being like every other person in my little town.
In the end I have realized that I am indeed like everyone else.That is society for you. But I am an individual. I have my life and I live it the way I want to. I like what I like not because other people like it, but because I like it.
I am coming into my own. I am growing up. I am Krystal.
LOVE LOVE LOVE
P.S. Impressionism
