Wolf says I should write, so okay.
I cannot be other than what I am.
I cannot pretend to be the cute, fluffy, pink sugary sweetness of other delicate, feminine girls.
I cannot pretend to be the tough-as-nails, black leather and mud type hard-ass girls, who nonetheless ooze sex appeal and hang with the boys.
I cannot be the furry, adorable, mouse-type, squirreled away in a corner, that people just want to scoop up and cuddle.
I cannot hope to be the punk-rock, obscure references, facial piercings, with the artists deep, sensitive nature.