Blergh

This past weekend was perfection. I didn't stop to question myself. I looked and felt beautiful, which is pretty rare (pun intended, fo' sho'). I did not care a bit that I still want things I cannot have; in that strange, fleeting moment, I embraced it. I felt full to overflowing, loved completely. And then today happened. Pessimism, why must you be so faithful?

Pipe down

The irony of this being my next post is not lost on me, but have you ever had one of those days where something happens that makes you look at yourself and see a person constantly in need of attention, like your whole life is one big LOOK AT ME, SEE ME, PAY ATTENTION TO ME adolescent screech to the world?

It doesn't ring true. I know that. But tonight, it just feels true. Ugh.