This week I was cleaning out my wardrobe. My new, I haven’t cleaned out my wardrobe since I twelve. I still fit in all my cholthes.

I don’t which things I should throw out, because I’m quite fond of colourful clothing. That is pretty youthfull, this might be a reason for people to think I am very young. Last year in New York people estimated me twelve years old. I don’t think that’s a compliment, sixteen would be.

Anyway, I have thrown out a whole lot, but if these things I’ve thrown out keep lying around here, I will begin doubting again.