It's weird. I have so many layers of myself.
I'm the humanified Shrek-the-onion ogre, except so much less sure of myself. I mean, is it even possible? I want to be so fearless and confident and nice and pretty and likeable. I want to be one of those girls you dream about just because you're so jealous.
I'm a coward. I'm a cute little sweet girl. I'm a sad case. I'm a stressing person.
I'm anyone but invincible.