In 2009, I've personally learned that it's better to be myself, than it is to try to be the tough girl. I've learned that there was a decent person, under the green hair gel and the leather and super tight jeans. I've learned to drop the tough girl mask, to stop calling myself Sid, and to find a better role model who suited me a lot better. I've also learned that it's best to be like the person that God wants me to be like, whether the person is an ordinary person, or someone famous. I've also learned for myself, that if I happen to be like Mick Avory in more ways than one, which is the truth, than I just go along with that and go on with my life. Who cares what my mum said about that, 11 years ago, when I was first diagnosed with Depression? I've also learned during the closing minutes of 2009, that I make a lousy Ray Davies. I tried a balancing act with a wine glass, like Ray Davies would do with a can or bottle of beer and the empty glass fell of my head and smashed to pieces on a floor that was covered in carpeting. There was a New Year's Eve party in the rec room on the main floor of my complex that I was at, when that all happened.
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