Photo post!
Since I'm still in introduction mode, I'll supplement the text post with a few pictures.
I found my glasses! Thankfully. I don't really want to know why they were shoved in the back of a drawer, but no harm done. I don't usually wear them so often, but I'm so tired lately. Oh, and I just realized you can totally see that my sunburn has reached the peeling stage. How cute!
Mirror-shot in a sterile, impersonal hotel room a couple of weeks ago. I wonder how many people have fits of narcissism in hotel rooms sometimes. I know it almost always happens to me. That's what my hair usually does.
When I'm playing at being fragile.
Back in March. I miss being skinny even though it's a crappy picture in other respects. I can always see a difference in my face. Stupid face that gets fat when I can't grow boobs. I'll get there again.
Oh, and I don't miss highschool (well, most of it) but I do miss my old hair.
p.s. Here's my drunken confession for the night. I'm probably really in love with my best friend. But I think she knows that. And despite whatever happens between us, I'll be really grateful if she can just always consider me a friend. Because all I really want when I actually think about it is for her to be happy.
I found my glasses! Thankfully. I don't really want to know why they were shoved in the back of a drawer, but no harm done. I don't usually wear them so often, but I'm so tired lately. Oh, and I just realized you can totally see that my sunburn has reached the peeling stage. How cute!
Mirror-shot in a sterile, impersonal hotel room a couple of weeks ago. I wonder how many people have fits of narcissism in hotel rooms sometimes. I know it almost always happens to me. That's what my hair usually does.
When I'm playing at being fragile.
Back in March. I miss being skinny even though it's a crappy picture in other respects. I can always see a difference in my face. Stupid face that gets fat when I can't grow boobs. I'll get there again.
Oh, and I don't miss highschool (well, most of it) but I do miss my old hair.
p.s. Here's my drunken confession for the night. I'm probably really in love with my best friend. But I think she knows that. And despite whatever happens between us, I'll be really grateful if she can just always consider me a friend. Because all I really want when I actually think about it is for her to be happy.