There were many aspects of my physical appearance that I struggled with and I have managed to overcome them over the years.
The business of my hair though is still an issue to this day. I dont think I have ever been truly happy with my hair.
It is probably weird but I think I unconsciously dress according to the state of my hair.
If it’s tame I wear something more polished. If it is unruly I try to rock it hippy style. Makes sense?
Maxi dress bought at some charity bazaar. Hoodie vest from Nichii. Espadrilles from Asos. Bag from ri2k.
All I can smell is smoke. All I am feeling is my head pounding and my shoulders aching.
My legs are literally jelly. The TV has nothing interesting. The web even worse.
First world problems eveywhere. People whining about non-issues. People panicking about non-issues.
People who tell the world that they are sarcastic or something by sharing supposedly smart quotes on Facebook.
Bad music. Vapid music. Boys singing like girls. Girls not singing.
I feel like a rubbish bag. My brains going boom boom boom.
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