I've always felt alone in the world, they just don't seem to care about me, there are no friends to care about me and I most certainly don't care if I were just to disappear tomorrow, never come back even. Fine by me. I've been hiding behind my glasses and the most outrageously comfortable, yet completely unflattering clothes as my loving mother would say ever since I can remember. But what happens when a guy sees past it all, the whole charade and truly sees me for who I am. After my stupid mommy dearest makes me move to the dreadfully loud and 'too big for my taste' California. What do I do then you might ask? The answers clean and simple, I run for the high hills. It's funny how the most life changing things happen when you least expect it.