I am currently bleaching my hair and it itches like a son of a gun. I'm lightening my eyebrows because, "Why not? The worst that could happen is they look awful, I shave them off and pull an Amanda Palmer until they grow back."
This is my approach to life.
I run my ideas by a few people, they go, "Ermm...Well, I suppose." I do whatever I want and then people react. It's usually shock and then, "Wow, that's cool!"
Itchy itchy itchy itchy...

I'm taking guitar lessons, I'm trying to set up my career, I'm drinking too much coffee and drawing all the time. I feel like myself again. Nothing's perfect and a lot of things need fixing, but I feel like I can handle it. A lot of things need fixing, a lot of things need doing, but I am Stormy fucking Allen and I can handle what I step into.

Mom says I over-analyze. Brandon thinks I need to think more.

I am Stormy fucking Allen and my brain works exactly the way it needs to in order to get shit done. I am not perfect, but I am in working order. I am a great person who loves people greatly. I am honest and respectful when things are respectable. I am honest and real and simple. Simple in my needs that everyone seems to think are so complex because I dislike labels.

I need my coffee, I need my bed, I need good friends, I need my guitar and I need animals. I need food and air and warmth and shoes are optional. I walk through forests and streets barefoot with a stupid smile on my face because I can feel the heartbeat of our world through the toughened skin on the bottom of my feet.

I am not in perfect shape, but I am a beautiful woman and I'm not fucking starving. I'm a beautiful, moral person and I believe in Happiness, Love, Luck, Truth. Knowledge and Willpower. I believe that everyone is beautiful and moral and can love and be loved, be happy and know what the wind is saying, if only they listen.

I believe in myself and I believe in you, if only you believe in yourself. Happiness is like magic: You simply have to honestly want it, and then let yourself have it.