My name is Dianne. My heart is 19 years old and filled with bittersweetness. I used to have red hair, and pink and blue and purple and even green, I used to be avant garde, I used to come up with ingenious ideas but I let people get the best of me and now I'm exceptionally normal and I've become what I can't be. I don't know what I'm waiting for but I'm dying to be my own again.