So I was cleaning out the attic, you know, for the church bazaar, trying to get rid of some junk and I found this old photo album — like from when I was a teenager — and god, I had heavy eyeliner, spiked collars, the whole nine yards... and I used to tell everyone I was a vampire. A MISUNDERSTOOD vampire, no less. Is that normal? Does everyone have something like that hiding away? Because I’m looking at these photos now, in my quiet little house, and I’m thinking, damn, what a weirdo, and is that *really* who I was? Anyone else ever just stumble across something from their past and just... feel a bit like a fraud now, or just... off? Like the whole town knew I was a goth freak and now I'm just... Mrs. Henderson from the bake sale committee. It's a bit much, honestly.