i just saw haleys comet shooting, said why you always running?

i've always thought my style was hard to define. & i suppose i'm right.
actually, when i was like nine, i decided i would force my style to be definable

my brilliant plan: only buy things if they fit my STYLE. pretty soon alllll my clothes would have the same theme.
the result of this: i have only just gotten rid of all my "hippie chick" clothes.
fun fact: i used to burn incense and chant about saving trees and whales and shit.

anyway, so i guess me & my style just can't be defined, or controlled.

& recently i've beenthinkinig about how the different things i like contradict each other.
forexample. one day i will like frilly french chiffony dresses and bows and sex like that, and the next day i will like hobo flannel shirts and ripped jeans and smashing guitars for fun.

i thought the solution to this was to blend my contradictory ideas. whch i guess would work.
except why should i? WHY?

i think i've decided i'm just not going to fit. (lol, thats what HE said).
if someone asks me what my style is. they won't get a proper answer, and why not?

i'll tell you one thing for free: all my clothes are linked in one way..
when they're on, they look DAMN SEXY HOT.