With Ribbons Undone

I had always been this lazy kid who would prefer sleeping her ass off for most part of the active hours. In the evening I'd stay back home sleeping or watching Dexter's Laboratory. Often I'd be dragged out of my bed by hyper active girls who had no interest what so ever in the great Dexter. I'd curse them in my head for ruining my program for the evening. Being a skinny little fuck that I still am I was better than the other fatsos in all the games. However I was amongst the kiddos who'd want to play tough. Yup! I liked being a hero [!?], I'd run around like a cheetah, act like a mediator in random cat fights, get myself skinned and what not. Yeah, a total wannabe was all I was, yet happy.
It sometimes amuses me to see how happy I have been all my life. Maybe, that's because I never cared enough to pay heed to the bad stuff that came my way.
I was never a careful person as a girl. Dressing up well, talking like girlie girls, being cute was something too far fetched for me, for the people I have been with all my life is my brother and his friends.
It pains me to see how I have changed relatively. I now live a rather clean life, get myself waxed in time, get myself a haircut done every 3-4 months. I apply kaajal and tie my hair neatly.

Argh, I disappoint myself to the core!
Whatever happened to the good old days when I'd skip my bath to lazily lie around watching Cartoon Network? The days when I'd run around the house like a maniac to get in the way of my brother and his love, Mathematics. The days when I'd never apply a moisturiser on my fugly face. The days when I never cared for what I was or what I appeared to others.

*sigh*

.. I don't want to grow up Mom, at least not tonight.