(skirt, sweater: Orsay - belt: TW - leggings, bracelet, rings: H&M - booties: Funky Shoes - bag: Stradivarius)
Anybody wants something to think about? A fucked up thing? Like, for example, you know, how everything that had ever happened to you made you who you are today? I can't help but wonder who I woulda-coulda been if some other things had happened to me. This is fucked up, cause life has treated me well mostly. But still ... oh, who am I kidding, I'd been so fucked up until, like, now. It's the first time in fucking years I really feel some solid base to myself. Some identity, if you may. This is so relieving to write about, I just feel like a tear is gonna drop out of my eye. But no, there's no tear. Just a huge smile over my face.
Fuck, I love blogging! Sorry, can't help myself, a cheesy moment's coming up. (You've been warned!) Huge-ass thanks to everybody reading this. I just feel like hugging you all at this very moment. No, I'm not stoned or something, just ... peacefully blissfully happy. Wow.