My parents have a lot to answer for!
It was bad enough that I looked like a monster, but a fight between my mother and the most spiteful, gossipy hairdresser in town was more than I could handle.
It's official: I am a misfit. I blame my parents. It's been heir life mission to mortify me at every opportunity. Death Lord Bob, my counsellor, has done nothing to help.
ut the damage to my non-reputation ends right now. Here are my Life Goals (for this year)
Go back to school - really scary. Get friends - maybe a bit ambitious. Find a boyfriend - how difficult is that...?