In regards to yesterday's post, I bought myself a new shoulder-bag to make myself feel better. I feel like Carrie Bradshaw, and my hair's even all frizzy today. Let's hope that I don't start looking like a malnourished (sometimes) drag-queen. Haha, I'm really am a bitch, because sometimes I quite liked Carrie Bradshaw's outfits.
My stomach is perpetually tied in knots, about a lot of things, and I'm so grateful to those closest to me for listening, and supporting and making me laugh. (And clean!)
My parents are coming on Thursday, and I know that this will help me feel normal, centred, what-have-you.
Until then, the muscles in my upper stomach (diaphragm?) are tighter than a WASP's butthole during Pride Week.
My stomach is perpetually tied in knots, about a lot of things, and I'm so grateful to those closest to me for listening, and supporting and making me laugh. (And clean!)
My parents are coming on Thursday, and I know that this will help me feel normal, centred, what-have-you.
Until then, the muscles in my upper stomach (diaphragm?) are tighter than a WASP's butthole during Pride Week.
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