You are Cake. You wear a lot of black. You eagerly defend your preferences in pets and apparel. You learned how to play an instrument in middle/high school but haven't picked it up much since. Sometimes you wish you had. You worry that you're already too old to become really amazing at something. You keep yourself pretty busy. You've toyed with being "spiritual". You worry that you don't exercise enough. You worry that you're deficient in some vitamin that you never learned to incorporate into your diet. You worry that your dentist can see through your lies. Some textures annoy you. You're bitter about the things that the other sex finds unattractive about your appearance. You're pretty sure that you're good looking, after all.