Current Inspiration: American Horror Story
I woke with a revelation: going blond. I wasn’t going to go bleached blond like Casey, but I’d been rocking the skunk stripes with my dark brown hair for a while and needed a change. A physical change. Something people would notice. Something 17.
Remember what I said about this party being one where everyone was on the same high? It was a relief when this happened because you could admit to being “so fucked up” and people could relate and you didn’t feel self-conscious. The worst was when I was stuck talking to someone less high and couldn’t keep up with the sane conversation. It made me feel A) too fucked up, or B) stupid, or C) ashamed. D) all of the above.