a death in wonderland
i think i might just spend every cent i have on clothes. i'm sick of mine. i've had enough of this shit. i hate the way i dress. i hate the way i look. i want the outside me to look like the inside me instead of this stupid bullshit baggy pants and baggy shirts i do or the baggy pants, too short tops i do. i'm so fucking sick of it. i've had enough.
so the question is when does the reform begin? after my car, after this summer, after college. blah. never. god i want something more than this. i'm such a visual person. i don't need things as much as i need things to look nice. i collect objects to make myself feel good. i'm so fucking superficial and i have to wonder if i care. i dunno. i don't think i do because my idea of looking nice is a bit obscure. i'm obscure.
so the question is when does the reform begin? after my car, after this summer, after college. blah. never. god i want something more than this. i'm such a visual person. i don't need things as much as i need things to look nice. i collect objects to make myself feel good. i'm so fucking superficial and i have to wonder if i care. i dunno. i don't think i do because my idea of looking nice is a bit obscure. i'm obscure.