polyamour-lust*
Monologues complete.
I have a monster headache, have only eaten a grilled cheese in the last 24 hours, have sympathetically/estrogenically gotten my period in the middle of my b.c. pills (huuhwhuuh?), have no clean underwear, no clean jeans, dead flowers on my bedside, and am breaking out like a LARPer on the first day of freshman year.
Yet, I am in an amazing mood, feel positively towards [almost] everyone, and feel undeniably attractive/sexy/comfortable in my skin. I think I've decided that insecurities are a waste of my energy. Why complain about something you can't/won't change? Why worry about making a fool of yourself?
It must be a napoleon complex! I've always wanted one of those!
OR NARCISSITIC PERSONALITY DISORDER! yessss!
or maybe it's just the sunshine :)
(*props to the triple x for the title.)
I have a monster headache, have only eaten a grilled cheese in the last 24 hours, have sympathetically/estrogenically gotten my period in the middle of my b.c. pills (huuhwhuuh?), have no clean underwear, no clean jeans, dead flowers on my bedside, and am breaking out like a LARPer on the first day of freshman year.
Yet, I am in an amazing mood, feel positively towards [almost] everyone, and feel undeniably attractive/sexy/comfortable in my skin. I think I've decided that insecurities are a waste of my energy. Why complain about something you can't/won't change? Why worry about making a fool of yourself?
It must be a napoleon complex! I've always wanted one of those!
OR NARCISSITIC PERSONALITY DISORDER! yessss!
or maybe it's just the sunshine :)
(*props to the triple x for the title.)