i don't know what i'm doing with myself...
this past two weeks everyday has seemed to end with pent up excess energy...and not necessarily the physical kind either.
im reading like a mad-woman all sorts of useless things. useless in the sense that aside from me knowing it...it does no one who hasn't read it any good...books can't hold conversations with me- yes, i feel dumb for saying that. it takes an embarrassing amount of effort for me to not completely try to be, in every respect, self-sufficient. my stubbornness and pride manage to kick me in the face...again-shocker...
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no one speaks of their sexuality at work...except in the way that we dress. clothes are such a pain...
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men and women aren't going to stop being attractive...
work with what i got_cause of how my face and figure are...i look better in clothes made for the female figure...work what i got...wear clothes that hopefully successfully showcase what i have to offer in the realm of aesthetic appeal to all peoples not matter the race/sex/gender. "get over yourself and just deal with it" is my internal monologue more times than not.
guh...even though i know i am not...i feel like im such a waste of raw materials for not knowing what to make of myself.
children throw tantrums when they are tired...'nough said.
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"clothes are such a pain." WORD. It can be nearly impossible sometimes to find something that fits, feels, and looks right. Clothing designers must get some sort of sadistic pleasure out of our struggles.
ReplyDeleteYou are *NOT* a waste of raw materials. Don't believe that for a second.
~B.