Thursday, April 17, 2008
RAWR.
Do you have some days where not much really goes wrong, but you still feel like your life sucks and you just want to smash things and snap at everyone? Maybe it's just me, but I've been having a lot of days like that recently. I'm not going to go into on and on about what is making me want to shoot lasers out of my eyes and crawl into a little hole at the same time, but I noticed something. Sometimes, when I feel bad, I want to wear lots of layers and dark colors and huge scarves and hide. Last night though, I was in a crappy mood but decided to solve this I would put on makeup. At 9 at night. When I was just planning to stay in and do homework all night. And I've had this urge to wear lots of f*** you clothes (to steal from Kristopher Dukes) and revel in the fact that, no, I do not wear sweatpants to class and I wear what I want, when I want. I sometimes express my emotions in a weird way: through my clothes. Too bad nobody can read them. Yeah, this probably makes no sense.
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I can read your clothes.
And they made me blush.
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