What the Fuck is she wearing?

I am not you.

I am me, I am an individual (just like everybody else). I don’t want to be you, I don’t want to dress like you and I think you trainers are hidious.

But that’s the difference between me and you, until now I never told you I hate your style, whearas you’ve been telling me for year you think I’m a freak.

You know what?

I like that.

You know why?

Because in ten years time when people are looking through snaps of thier past which one of us will they remember and which one will have faded into obscurity as “what’s-her-face”?

Ponder that..Maybe ever for ten years.

Ok, I admit it…

I’m vain, I like being talked about and I like being seen.

You don’t like what I’m wearing?

GOTCHA!

You noticed me, that was my aim, not to be liked sucker…

“What the fuck is she wearing?”

A phrase I hear whispered all the time, quite often uttered by people that end up wearing something similar next season.

I win :)