I secretly like clothes and do care about how I look, but no one knows. I couldn't tell anyone, and I'm just waiting for the right time to come out of the metaphorical fashion closet.
I'm down to earth with what I wear, and for the past three years, I've worn skinny jeans, converse, and band shirts. So very dull, and so very bad.
I really adore music, and my band shirts will always be my favourites. I don't like tight, uncomfortable things and would rather go out in pajama pants and a hoodie than heels and a skirt.
"What's she like? Y'know those stoners you see gawking at the band shirts in stores? That's her. But, don't walk up to her, she'll get paranoid and run off."