Two minutes ago, while standing in my bathroom, I stared in the mirror at my size-nothing breasts and screamed loudly, "Grow, damn you! Why won't you get any bigger? Hell, why won't you just exist, for once?!"
...I think I may have just sealed my fate as a stereotypical insecure teenager.
Suddenly I feel the compulsive urge to listen to Hawthorne Heights and create a MySpace coded with blinky, sparkly shit.